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*  fe     And  they  fung  a  new  Song,  faying,  Tfou  art     y* 
i         ivorihy,   &c.  for  thou,  nvafiflain,  and  hafi 
redeemed  us,  ©V.—- R  E  v . .  v .  I  x . 

;"  Soliti  eflent  [i.  e.  Christtani]  conveni^j 
Sjik  carmen  que,  Chrifto  quail  Deo  dicere, 

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HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL     SONGS. 
BOOK      I. 

COLLECTED    FROM    THi    HOLY    SCRIPTURES.  _ 

I.  A  nevj  Jong  to  the  Lamb  that  was  Jlain,  Rev, 

i   T)  E  H  O  L  D  the  gleries  of  the  Lamb, 
JD     Amidft  his  Father's   throne  : 

Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name, 
And  fongs,  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  wormip  at  his  feet, 
The  church  adore  around, 

With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet, 
And  harps  of  fweeteit  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints* 
And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  : 

Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

[4  Eternal  Father,  who  mall  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  mall  take  that  book* 

And  open  ev'ry  feal  } 

5  He  mall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees ; 
The  Sen  deferves  it  well  : 

Lo,  in  his  ha,nd  the  fev'reign  keys 
Ofheav'n,  and  death,  and    hell!] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain, 
Be  endlefs  bleffings  paid  : 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
for  eve*  en  thy  head. 

A3  7  Thou 


£        HYMNS     and  B.  h 

7  Thou  has  redeem'd  our  fou!s  with  blood, 

Haft  fet  the  pris'ners  free  : 
Hail  made  us  kings  and  priefls  to  God, 

And  we  fhall  reign  with  thee. 
,S  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r  ; 
Then  ftiorten  thefe  delaying  days, 

And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

II.  The   Deity    and  humanity  of  Chrifl,   John  £» 
I,  3,  14.  Col.  i.  16,  Eph.  lii.  9,  10. 

1  T"A  'EPv  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd abroad, 
]H,  Proiaeverlafting  was  the  Word  ; 

With  Gon  he  was,  the  Word  was  God, 
And  mail  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  By  his  own  pow'r  were  all  things  made> 
By  him  fupported,  all  things  Hand  : 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  E'er  fin  was  born,  or  fatan  f^U 
He  led  the  hoft  of  morning  ftars  ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thofe  heav'nly  form*> 
The  word  defe'ends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms, 
Drefs'd  in  inch  feeble  flefti  as  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
TV  eternal  Father's  only  Son  ; 
How  full  of  truth  1  how  full  or  grace  ! 
When  thro?  his  fielh  the  godhead  fnone  . 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  myiVries  here,  and  tell 
The  loves  of  our  defcending  Go>, 
The  glories  of  Emanuel* 

III.  Th 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL   SONGS.        5 

III.  The  nativity  *f  Chrift,  Lu.  i.  30,  &c.  ii.  10. 

I    T)  E  H  O  L  D,   the  grace  appears  I 
1)     The  promife  is  fulnTd  ; 

Mary,  the  wond'rcus  virgin,  bears, 
And  Je/us  is  the  child  ! 

[2  The  Lord  the  higheft  God 

Call3  him  his  only  Son  : 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad. 

And  gives  him  David's  throne* 

3  O'er  Jacob  (hall  he  reign 
With  a  peculiar  fway  ; 

The  nations  mall  his  grace  obtain 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay, 

4  To  bring  the  glor'ous  news 
A  heav  Viy  form  appears  ; 

He  tells  the  (hepherds  of  their  joys> 
And  ba*ith.es  tbeir  fears. 

5  Go,  humble  flwains,  (faid  he) 
To  T>*v\tfs  city  fly  ; 

The  promts' 'd Infant  born  tc-day3 
Both  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  With  looks  and  hearts  Jerene, 
Go,  njijit  Chrift,  yeur  king  ; 

And  ilrait  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  ; 
The  lhepherds  heard  them  fing— 

7  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  keav'nly  peace  on  earth  : 
Good  iviU  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  birth  I 

[8  In  worfhip  fo  divine, 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues  $ 
With  the  celeft'al  hoft  we  join, 

And  loud  repeat  their  fongs  5, 

A  3  9  Ghry: 


6  HYMNS     and        B.  K 

9    Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  heaifnly  peace  en  earth, 
Good  ivill  to  men,  to  angels  joy  > 

At  our  Redeemer's  birth. 

IV.  HYMN,    referred  to  IT.  P  S  A  L  M. 

V.  SubmiJJlcn  to   affi:cJi<ve  providences,  Job.  i.  2»* 

1  T^T   A  K  E  D,  as  from  the  ear  tit  we  came, 
X\l      And  crept  to  life  at  firit, 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  duft. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 

Are  but  Pnort  favors  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high-,. 
Or  finks  them  in  the  grave  ; 

He  gives,  and  (blefTed  be  his  name  !). 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  paflions  then  % 
Let  each  rebel] 'ous  figh 

Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  will, 
And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  fmiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praifes  mall  be  fpread, 

And  we'll  adore  the  juirice  too, 
Which  ftrikres  our  comforts  dead. 

VI.     Triumph  over  death,  job  xix.  25,  26,  27. 

I    y"^<REAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft, 
VjT     And  nature  muft  decay  ; 

1  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 

To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  can  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  : 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer  lives  ! 

My  God,  my  Saviour  comes.  3  Ti>3 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS,        7 

3  The  mighty  conq'ror  fliall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 

Lie  vanquifn'd  at  his  feet. 
a  fho*  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin, 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefh, 
When  God  mall  build  my  bones  again3 

He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefli. 
5  Then  mail  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feafl  upon  thy  unknown  grace 

With  pleafure  and  furprife. 
VII.  The  invitation  ofthegofhel,  Ifa.  lv.  iz,€&. 
3    X    ET  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend, 

\_j     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ko  !  all  ye  hungry  if  airing  foals, 
Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  ftrive  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind : 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepar'd 
A  fcul-reviving  feaft, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4  Ho  1  ye  who  pant  for  living  ftrearas,. 
And  pine  away  and  die  ; 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirffc 
With  fprings  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows* 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

[6.  Ye  perifning  and  naked  poor, 
Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 


6  HYMNS     and         B.  L 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
Which  will  npt  hide  your  {lain  : 

7  Come,   naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls  f 
With  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 

Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear- God,  the  treafures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlalling  mines, 

Deep  as  our  helpiefs  mis'rres  are, 
And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace. 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  iupplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

VIII.   Proteaion  of  the  church,  If.  xxvi.  i.  &c. 

1  TJ  O  W  honorable  is  the  place, 
JL  J.     Where  we  adoriag  ftand, 

Zioti,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 
The  city  where  we  dwell ; 

The  walls,  of  ftrong  falvation  made.. 
Defy  th'  affaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 
The  doots  wide  open  fling  ; 

Enter,  ye  nations,  and  obey 
The  ftatute  of  our  King. 

4  Mere  mall  you  tafte  unmingled  joys* 
And.  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 

You  who  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  truft, 
And  banifh  all  your  fears  : 

Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years.  6  What 


J3.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        $ 

6  What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  ©n  high  ; 
His  arm  (hall  bring  them  low  ; 

Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  mall  bow. 

7  On  Babylon  cur  feet  mall  tread, 
In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 

The  ruins  cf  her  wails  mall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor.  . 

IX.  The  promijks  cf  the  covenant  of grace  t  Ifa.  Iv* 
i,  2.  Zech.x.  iii.  i.  Mic.  vii.  19.  Exe,  xxxvi» 
25. 

3   TN  vain  we  Iavifh  out  our  lives, 

J,     To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choicefc  bleffings  earth  can  yield 

Will  itarve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  Come,  and  the  Lord  mail  feed  our  fouls* 
With  more  fubftantial  meat, 

With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
With  fuch  as  angels  eat. 

3  .Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  oeace  ; 

Pie  gives  by  cov'nant  and*jy  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls, 
And  waih  away  our  ftains 

In  the  dear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Pcur'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

[5  Our  guilt  mall  vanim  all  away, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Our  fins  fhall  fink  beneath  the  fea, 

And  mail  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  mould  o'erfpread 
Our  inward  pow'rs  again,  • 

His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls, 
With  purifying  rain, 

7  Oar 


io        HYMNS     and         B.  I. 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  flubborn  thing, 

Which  terrors  cannot  move, 
Which  fears  no  threat'ftings  of  his  wra^h, 

Shall  be  diflblv'd  by  love  : 

3  Or  he  will  take  the  flint  away 

Which  would  not  be  renn'd, 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 

Beftow  a  fofter  mind. 

p  There  (hall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 
And  evfry  motion  of  our  fouls 

To  fvveet  obedience  draw. 

io  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down. 

And  we  (hall  render  praife  ; 
We,  the  dear  people  of  hi*  love, 

And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

X.  Blejfidnefs  of  go/pel  time,  Ifa.  v.  2,  7,  13 c. 

1    YYOW  beaut'ous  are  their  feet 
XI     Who  (land  on  Zion's  hill, 

Who  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  per.  *  reveal  ! 

2,  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  fweet  the  tidings  are  I 
"  Zion>  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 

"  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.'* 

3  How  h-'.ppy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  fought  biit  never  found  ! 

4  How  blefTed  are  our  eyes, 
Which  fee  this  heav'nly  light  ; 

Piophets  and  kings  defir'd  itlor.g, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight  ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notss  employ  ;  JerufctUm 


B.  I.    SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       n 

Jerufalembreaks  forth  in  Tongs, 
And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

XI.   The  /over  eignty  of  grace,  Iin.iX.-2i,    22. 

•1   >~r^HERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrijf  rejek'd, 

X    And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  cf  praife ; 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
"  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns  and  feas. 

2  "  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
"  Which  crowns  my  do&riiae  with  fuccefs ; 
•*  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
'•'The  heights  &  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grace, 

3  "  But  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 
*'  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit  ; 

<f  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
*f  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  light. 

4  f '  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
"  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  Ihould  be  ib  ; 
*f  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  the  proud, 
€t  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right,, 
*'  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son  ; 

ts  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known." 

6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
Who  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 

Or  of  his  actions,  or  decrees. 

XII.  Free  g race  revealing  Gbrijl,  Luke  x.  12, 

j    *y  E  S  U  Sf  the  man  of  conftant  grief,  . 
/      A  mourner  all  his  days ;  His 


ti        HYMNS     and        B.  L 

His  fpirit  once  rcjoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2  Father,  I  thank  thy  ivond'rcus  /eve, 
Which  hath  reveal' d  thy  Son 

To  men  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
Has  made  thy  go/pel  known. 

3  The  my  furies  of  redeeming  grace 
Are  hidden  from  the  vuife, 

While  pride  and  carnal  reasonings  join 
To  jvjell  and  blind  their  eyes. 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 
His  great  decrees  fulfil, 

And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  o«vn  iov'reign  will. 

XIII.  The  titles  and  kingdom  ofChrif,  If.  xi.2,6,7, 

1  /  l  v  K  E  lands  which  long  in  darknefs  lay, 

X    Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  lig»t  ; 
Nations  which  fat  in  death's  cold  {hade 
Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expe&ed  child  appear  ! 
What  mall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
The  Wonderful,  the  Ccunfellor. 

[3  This  Infant  is  the  Mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th'  Eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  moulders  (hall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  domin'ons  mail  increafe  ; 
And  honors  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefusy  the  holy  child,  mail  fit 
High  f>n  his  Father  David's  throne, 
Shall  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet. 

And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown.  XIV.  The 


B.  L     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        13 

XIV.   The  triumph  of  Faith,  Rom.   viii.  33, 

WHO  fnall  the  Lord's  deft  condemn  ? 
'Tis  God  whojuitiSss  their  fouls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftream, 
O'er  all  their  fins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  fliall  adjudge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
3Tis  Chrifi  who  fuffer'd  in  their  ftead  ; 
And  the  falvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  riling  from  the  dead. 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives  !  and  fits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 

Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love. 
Or  what  fnall  tempt  us  to  defpair  r 

4  Shall  perfecution,  or  diitreis, 
Famine,  or  fword,  or  naked nefs  ? 

He  who  hath  lov?d  us.  bears  us  through 
And  makes  us  more  than  conqu'rors  too* 

5  Faith  has  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chrifi  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  om  earth  can  da, 
Nor  po'.v'rs  on  high,  nor  povv'rs  below, 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrifi  our  love. 

XV.    Our  o-jjn  lAteaknefs,  and  Chrifi  our  firength 
2  Cor.  xii.  7,  o,  10. 

1  T"    E  T  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 
£   j  Strength  /ball  be  equal  to  tky  day, 

Then  I'll  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  all-fufficient  grace. 

2  I'll  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Chrifi* s  cwn  pow'r  may  reft  on  me  5 
When  T  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftroni^, 
Grace  is  my  ihield,  and  Chrifi  my  foflg. 

B  3I 


14        HYMNS     ank         B.  I, 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  fuff'rings,  while  my  Lord  be  here  ; 
Sweet  pleafures  mingle  with,  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Samp/on,  when  his  hair  was  lofl, 
Met  the  Philijfines  to  his  cod  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprlfe, 
Made  feeble  light,  and  toft  his  eyes. 

XVI.  Ho/anna  foCbriJ},  Mat.  xxi.  9.  Lu*  xix.  38, 

1  |T  OSANNA  to  the  royal  Son, 
XX     Of  Da<vid\  antient  line, 

His  natures  two,  his  perfon  one, 
Mylter'ous  and  divine. 

2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find, 
And  offspring  is  the  fame  ; 

Eternity,  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  EmaneVs  name. 

3  Bleft  He  who  comes  to  wretched  men 
With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  ! 

'Ho/annas  of  the  bigh^ft  flrain 
To  Cbrifi  the  Lord  be  giv'n  t 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 
Th'  ho/anna  on  their  tongues, 

.Left  rocks  and  ftones  mould  rife,  and  break 
Their  filenee  into  fo«gs. 

XVII.  Viftory  o<ver  Death,    1  Cor.    xv.  55,  Sec, 

1   f~\  For  an  over-coming  faith 

\J     To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death, 

And  all  his  frightful  pow 'rs. 

z  Joyful, 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       15 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrengtb  I  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lips  thou  Id  fing, 

Where  is  thy  bpajled  nji&ry  gra<ve  ? 
And  dvhere  the  tnonfter* s  fitng  ? 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  I'm  fecure, 
Death  has  no  itingbefide  ; 

The  law  gave  fin  its  damning  pow/r  ; 
But  Chrift,  my  ranfom,  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory, 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 

Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die^ 
Through  Cbrifioxxi  living  Head. 

XVIII*  Bkffed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the    Lord, 
Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1  TJE  AR  what  the  voice  from  heay'n  proclaims 
JtjL     For  all  the  pious  dead, 

Sweet  is  the  favor  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jefus,  and  are  bleft ; 
How  kind  their  (lumbers  are  I 

From  fufprings  and  from  fins  releas'd* 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  ftrife, 
They're  preient  with  the  Lord  ; 

The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

XIX.      The  fong  of  Simeon,  Luke  i»  27,  &c, 

1  T    ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
\_j     As  happy  Simeon  came, 

And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame  ! 

2  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 

B  2  Whea 


i6         HYMNS     and         B.I. 

When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 
He  c!afp:d  the  holy  Child  ! 

3  Ngvj  I  can  leave  ibis  -zvcr/J,  he  cry'd* 
.    Behold  thy  fernjant  dies  ; 

T <ve feen  thy  great fafaation ,  Lord, 

And  ciofe  ?ny  peaceful  eyes. 

4  This  is  the  light  prepar*  d  to  Jhine 
Upon  tie  Gentile  lands, 

Thine  Kr'el'j  glory  and  their  hope 
To  break  their  Jlawijk  bands. 

[5  Jefu>  !  the  vifion  of  thy  face. 

Hath  jver-povV'rio^  charms  ! 
Scarce  Gull  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 

If  Chrift  be  in  my  arms* 

6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-firings  break* 

Kow  tweet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  mortal  palenefe  on  my  cheek, 

An  d  g  ory  in  my  foul] 

XX.    Spiritual  apparel?  viz.  the  robe  of  right etntf- 
nefs  and  garments  of  falirati  on,  Ifa.  Ixi.  10. 

I      A  WAKE  my  heart,  arife  my  tongue* 
jt\     Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
Cod,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Alouc  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  fouL 
And  made  falvatiori  mine  ; 

Upon  a  poor  poluted  worm 
He  made  his  grace  to  mine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 
Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 

He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  evCeeds 
*  What  eartkly  princes  wear  ! 

Thefe 


B.  I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       17 

Thele ornaments,  how  bright  they  mine  i 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 
And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 

Bat  Jefus  Ipent  his  life  to  work 
The  robe  of  right'oufnefs. 

6  Strangely  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 
By  the  great  facred  Three  ! 

In  iweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree, 

XXI.  Avijhnofthe  kingdom  of  thrift  among  men/ 
Rev.  xxi.  i,  2.3,4. 

1  T    O,  what  a  glor'ous  fight  appears 
\_j     To  our  believing  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away  ; 
And  the  old  rolling  ikies. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  re£des> 
That  holy,  happy  place, 

The  A7e-iv  Jemfalerri  comes  down 
Adcrn'd  with  mining  grace» 

3  Attending  angels  {hout  for  joy,- 
And  the  bright  armies  ling, 

Mortals  behold  the  f acred  feat 
Of  your  defcending  King  t 

4  The  God  of  glory  doxvn  to  men 
Removes  his  blefsyd  absde  ! 

Men,  the  dear  objecls  of  his  grace", 
And  He  the  loving  God, 

5  His  o*wn  foft  hand  f>  all  ivipe  the  tears 
From  ev?ry  weeping  eye, 

And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears y 
And  death  itfelfjhall  die  I 

"  How  long,  dear  Saviour  I  O,  how  long  I 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 

B  j-  Fl? 


iS         HYMNS  '.and  B.  L 

Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day,~ 

XXII.  and    XXIII.    Referred  to tie  T%yh  Ffalm. 

XXIV.     The  rich  fittJrer  dying,    Pfal.  xlix.    &,    9* 
Ecci.viii.  S.  Job  iii.  14,  15. 

1  TN  vain  thefe  wealthy  mortals'  toil, 

JL  And  heap  their  mining  duit  in  vain, 
Look  down  and  fcorn  the  humble  poor. 
And  boaifc  their  lofiy  hills  of  gain. 

2  Their  golden  cord'als  cannot  eafe 
Their. pained  hearts  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  fright  nor  bribe  approaching  death 
From  giiit'ring  roofs  and  downy  beds. 

3  Their  lingering,  their  unwilling  foul* 
The  difmal  fummons  muil  obey  , 

And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewel, 
To  the  pale  lump  of  lifelefs  day. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  gratre, 
Where  Kings  and  fiaves  have  equal  thrones  1 
Their  bones  without  ciltinftion  lie 
Among  the  heap  of  meaner  bones. 

The  reft   referred  to  the  ^gth  Pfalm, 
XXV.      A  <vifwn  of  the  Lamb,   P»ev.  v.  6,  7,  3,  o,. 
l      A    LL  mortal  vanities  be  gone, 

J\,  Nor  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears :. 
Behold,  amiditth'  eternal  throne 
A  virion  of  the  Lamb  appears.. 

[2  Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 
Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he   bore  ; 
Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  his  horns,. 
His  wifdom  perfect  as  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 

From  him  who  fits  upon  the  throne i 

fefts,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.        4  AH 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        19 

4  Ail  the  afiembled  faints  around 
Fall  woj  (hipping;  before  the  Lamb, 
And,  in  newfon-gs  of  gofpel  found 
Addrefs  their  honors  to  his  name. 

[5   The  joy,  the  fhout,  the  harmony 
FHes  o'er  the  everlafting  hills : 
Worthy  art  thou  alone  (they  cry) 
9~o  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feats.] 

6  Oar  voices  join  the  heav'nly  ftrain, 
And  with  tranfporting  pieafure  ting, 
Worthy  the  Lamb -who  once  was  flair** 
To  be  our  teacher  and  our  King  I 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  defigr.s  ; 
His  grace  and  veng'ance  (hall  fulfill 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  hall  redeem'd  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wretches  who  did  once  rebel, 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  Gob. 

9  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
Who  dy'd  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
Ey  ev'ry  toague  to  be  ader'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne  I 

XXVI.      Hope  of  Heaven,   hy   the    refurreffion  of 
Chriji,  1  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5. 

LEST  be  the  everlafting  GoD, 
The  Father  of  our  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  majelty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  rais'd  his  Soft, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  Iky, 
He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 

That  they  fhould  never  die. 

3  Whai 


ao        HYMNS     and        B.  I. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  fins  require 
Out  flelh  to  iee  the  duit, 

Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rofe, 
So  all  his  foli'wers  mut. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine 
Referv'd  again  ft  that  day, 

'Tis  uncorrupted,  undenl'd, 
And  cannot  wafte  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  o£  God  are  k«ptf, 

'Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  bv  faith,  as  ftrangers  here, 
'Till  Chrift  mall  call  us 'home. 

XXVII.  AJfurance  ofHecPOtn,  2    Tim.  W.  6,  Sfiff 

[i    TPXEATH  may  diffolve  my  body  now, 

\J     And  bear  ray  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 

Finim'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith-, 
And  wait  the  fare  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 

The  gracious  judge,  at  that  great  day 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  ol  grace,  decreed 
This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 

But  ail  who  love,  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus  the  Lord,  fhall  guard  me  fafe 
From  ev'ry  ill  defrgn  ; 

Ajid  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  lead. 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  Go» 


B.  I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      21 

6  Gos  is  my  everlafting  aid, 

And  hell  (hall  rage  in  vain  ; 
To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 

And  endleis  praiie.     Amen. 

XXVIII.  The  triumph  of  Chriir.  over  the  enemies  of 
bis  Church,  Ifa.  xliii.  I,  2,  3,,  &c. 

1  1T7HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God* 

\ V        Comes  travelling  in  ttate, 
Along  the  Idumean  road, 
Away  from  Bozrah's  gate. 

2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
'Tis  fome  viclor'ous  King  : 

*<   'Tis  I,  thejuft,  thrAimighty  One, 
««  That  your  falvation  bring/' 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  enquire^ 
Why  thine  apparel  red  ? 

Why  all  thy  verlure  ftain'd  like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  <(  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 
"  And  cruih'd  my  foes  alone  ; 

"  My  wrath  has  ftruck  the  rebels  dead, 
"  My  fury  ilamp'd  them  down. 

5  "  'Tis  Edam's  blood  which  dyes  my  robes 
"  With  joyful  fcarlet  ftains  ; 

"  The  triumph  which  my  raiment  wears 
tf  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  «a  Thus  fliall  the  nations  bedeftroy'cf 
"  Which  dare  infult  my  faints  ; 

<{  I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs., 
l<  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

XXIX.     Second  part  ;    or,    the  ruin  of  Amichrijf, 
ver.  4,  5,  6,  7, 

I   <(  T"  LIFT  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 
"  Wnere  anthhrift  has  ltood  ; 

The 


22        H  Y  M  N  S     ani>        B.  I. 

•'  The  city  cf  my  gofpel's  foes 
"  Shall  be  a  held  cf  blood. 

2  "  My  heart  has  fiudy'd  juft  revenge, 
"  And  now  the  day  appears, 

M  The  year  of  my  rcdeem'd  is  come, 
"  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  f(  Q^ite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 
"  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 

"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  (hall  move, 
"  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 
"  Then  has  my  gofpei  none  r 

■'  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 
"  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 

5  "  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fword 
"  Shall  walk  the  ilreets  around, 

"  Bahel  fhall  reel  beneath  my  ilroke, 
"  And  ilagger  to  the  ground." 

6  Thy  honors,  O  vi&sr'ous  King  1 
Thine  own  right  hand  mail  raife, 

While  we  thy  awful  veng'ance  fmg, 
And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

XXX.  Prayer  for  deliverance  anfzvsred,  Ifa.  xxvi* 
■ .      8— 20. 

1  TN  thine  ©wn  ways,  O  God  of  love,. 
J[  We  wait  the  viiits  of  thy  grace  ; 

Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  fhades  of  lonefome  night  ; 
My  earneft  cries  faiute  the  fkies 

Before  the  dawn  reftore  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebell'ous  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  cf  my  God  ; 

But 


B.  I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.      23 

But  they  fhalj  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !    the  Eternal  ren<§s  the  iky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 

A  voice  of  mufick  to  his  friends, 
But  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 

'Till  the  fierce  dorms  be  overbiovvn, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fword  fnall  boaft  it's  thoufand's  flain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings. 
While  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foft  and  fhady  wings. 

"  XXXI.      Referred  to  the  \ft  Pfalm. 

XXX II.      Strength  from   Heaven,  If.  xl.  27,  &c, 

I   II  7HENCE  do  our  mournful  tho'ts  arife  ! 

\ V       And  wheA's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  reftlefs  fin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comf jrts  dead  ? 

z  Have  we  forgot  th'  almighty  name 

Which  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  i 
And  can  an  all  creating  arm 

Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 

3  Treafures  of  everlaHing  might 
In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ; 

He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  mall  fade  and  die, 
And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ;    ^ 

But  we  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 

5  The  faints  {hall  mount  on  eagle's  wingf, 
And  tafte  th«  promifs'd  blifs, 

'Till 


24        HYMNS     and        B.  L 

'Till  their  unweary'd  feet  arrive 

Where  perfect  p'leafure  is. 

The  xxxiii,  xxxiv,  xxxv,    xxxvr, 

XXXVII,  XXXVIII,  referred  to  Pfalm  cxxxi, 
cxxxiv,  lxvii,  lxxiii,  xc  and  Ixxxiv. 

XXXIX.     God's  tender  can  of  his    Churchy    Ifa. 
xlix,  13,  14,   Sec. 

1  ^T  O  W  mall  my  inward  joys  arife, 
X^l      And  burft  into  a  long  ; 

Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart, 
And  pieafure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirty  Sion  hill 
Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 

And  folemn  oaths  have  bound  his  We 
To  fhow'r  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 
Sufpicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  mail  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 
The  infant  of  her  womb, 

And,  'mongft  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts, 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  Vet,  faith  the  Lord,  Jhould  nature  change. 
And  mothers  movfters  prove, 

Sion    flill  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  e-verlaf/ng  love. 

6  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
I  ba<&e  e-grav' 'd  her  name, 

Mj  hands  Jhell  rai/'e  her  ruin' d  walls, 
'And  build  her  broken  frame. 

XL.     The  bufinefs  and  b^jfrdnefs  of  glorified  Saints, 

Rev.  vii.   if,   14,   15,  &c. 
I    71/' H  A  T  happy  men,  or  angels  thefe, 
*^     That  all  their  robes  arefpotlefs  white  ? 

Whence 


B,  I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS       25 

Whence  did  this  glor'ous  troop  arrive 
At  the  purs  realms  of  heartily  light  ? 

2  From  tort'ring  racks,  and  burning  fires, 
And  feas  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  has  waftYd  their  robes, 
Flowing  from  Chrid  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  th'  almighty  throne 
With  loud  ho/annas  night  and  day, 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One 
Meafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  mall  hunger  pain  their  fouls; 
He  bids  their  parching  thirft  be  gone, 
And  fpreads  the  fliadow  of  his  wings, 
To  fkreen  them  from  the  fcorching  fun. 

5  The  Lamb,  who  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams  ; 
There  mall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  dreams. 

6  Thus  fnall  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
Thro'  the  vail  round  of  endlefs  years, 
While  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grace 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their'tears. 
XL  I.     The  Matyrs  gkrified,  Rev.  vii.  13,   &c, 

1  CfHESE  glorious  minds,  horv  bright  they  Jhine  ! 
-X        Whence  all  their  vohite  array  ? 

Honv  came  they  to  the  happy  feats 
Of  ever  lofting  day  ? 

2  From  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys 
On  fiery  wheels  they  rode, 

And  ftrangely  wafh'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefusy  dying  blood". 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 

Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fengs 
Adore  the  Holy  One. 

C  4  The 


3.6        H  Y  M  N  S     an©        B.  L 

4  The  unveil'd  glories  of  his  face 
Among  his  faints  refide, 

While  the  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  thirft  fhall  leave  their  fouls, 
And  hunger  flee  as  faft  ; 

The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  mall  lead  his  heav'nly  flock 
Where  living  fountains  rife, 

And  love  divine  (hall  wipe  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

XLII.  Divine  wrath  and  mercy,  Na.  i.  1 ,2,3,  &c. 

1  A   DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 

jTy      Is  a  *confuming fire  ;      [*Heb.  xii.  29.] 
His  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  high'r. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  I 
How  bright  his  fury  glows  1 

Vaft  magazines  of  plagues  and  florms 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 
Are  forc'd  into  a  flame, 

But  kindled,  oh  !  how  fierce  they  blaze 
And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 
And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 

The  frighted  fea  makes  haile  away, 
And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

r  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rocks 

Are  fwift  as  hail-ftones  hurl'd  : 
Who  dares  engage  the  fiery  rage, 

Which  ihakes  tbs  folid  world  ? 

5  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  fov'reigrt  grace 
Sits  regent  on  the  throne,  The 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       27 

The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 

When  wrath  comes  ruining  down. 

7  Thy  hands  ih all  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fiery  tempeir  pour, 
While  we,  beneath  thy  fhelt'ring  wings, 

Thy  jull  revenge  adore. 

XLIII.    Referred    to   Pfaim  c.    and  XLIV,  to 
Pfalm  cxxxiii. 

XLV.     The  laft  judgment,    Rev.    xxi,  5,  6,  7,  S. 
1   O   E  E  where  the  great  incarnate  God 

t*5     Fills  a  majeitic  throne  ! 
While  from  the  fides  his  awful  voice 

Bears  the  lail  judgment  down. 

[2  ««  I  am  the  firft,  and  I  the  laft, 
<e  Through  endlefs  years  the  lame  ; 

"  /  AM  is  my  memorial   dill, 
"  And  my  eternal  name. 

g  "  Such  favors  as  a  God  can  give, 

(S  My  royal  grace  beiiows  ; 
<€  Ye  thirfcy  fouls,  come  tafte  the  ftreams 

"  Where  life  and  pleafure  flows.] 

[4  (<  The  faint,  who  triumphs  o'er  his  fins, 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fon  ; 
et  The  whole  creation  fnail  reward 

ss  The  conquelts  he  has  won. 

5  <s  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  unclean, 
l<  And  all  the  lying  race, 

<e  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
f(  Who  fpurn  at  offer'd  grace. 

6  "  They  mail  be  taken  from  my  fight 
*f  Bound  with  an  iron  chain, 

"  And  headlong  plun^'d  into  the  lake 
si  Where  fire  and  darknefs  reign."] 

7  O  may  I  Hand  before  the  I,amb, 
When  earth  and  leas  are  fled  i 

G  2  And 


2$         H  Y  M  N  S     aisd         B.  I. 

.And  hear  the  Jodgc  pronounce  my  name 
With  bleffings  on  my  head  ! 

Z   May  I  with  thole  for  ever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
While  fi«»ers,  banifti'd  down  to  hell, 

No  more  offend  my  fight. 

XLV1,  XL  VII.  Referred  to  Pfalm  cxlviii,  U  iii. 
XLVIII.   The  cbrijiian  race,  \\.  xl.  *S,  29,  13 c* 

1  >\    WAKE  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
jf"\.  Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  begone) 

Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a  chearfui  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  ftrait  aad  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  ltrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchleis  povrl 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everiafling  circles  run. 

4.  From  Thee,  the  overflowing  fpring, 
Our  fouls  mail  drink  a  frefh  iupply, 
While  fuch  as.truft  their  native  itrengta 
Shaii  mcit  away,  and  drop,  and  die. 

5   Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  a  loft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  (hall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidil  the  heav'nly  road. 

XLIX.   Works  c/TvJ&fes  y  the  Lamb,  Re.  xv.   3, 

1  YTQW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  ! 

j[     Who  would  not  fear  thy  name  r 
Jefus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

2  Ha  has  done  more  than  M*fes  did, 

Our  Prophet  aad  cur  King  ;  Frexa 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       29 

Prom  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fing. 

3  In  the  red fea  by  Mejes  hand 
Th'  Egyptian  hoft  was  drown 'd  ; 

But  his  own  blood  hides  ail  our  fns9 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  defart  Ifr'el  went, 
With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 

Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flejh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  prcmis'd  lend, 
Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ; 

But  Chrift  jhall  bring  his  ftWwers  heme 
To  fee  his  Father's  face. 

6  Then  fhall  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 
An^  feel  a  warmer  flame, 

And  fwceter  voices  tune  the  fong 
QfMojh  and  the  Lamb. 

L.   Light  and falvatisn  by  Jesvs  Chr  1ST,  Luke 
i.  68,  tSc.  John  i.  29,  32. 

1  XTOW  be  the  Go  d  of  If  el  fcSeft, 
jL\I      Who  makes  his  truth  appear, 

His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word, 
-  And  all  the  oaths  he  fvvare. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  David's  root 
With  bleflings  from  the  fkies  ; 

He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  Ihoot, 
The  promised  horn  arife. 

[3  John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face, 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour-GoD 

Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon'd  fins  s 

C    5  Wiiile 


#*        HY  M  N  S-    akt>        B.  L 

While  grace  divine  with  heav'nly  love 
In  its  own  glory  ihines. 

|  5  tc  Behold  the  Lamb  of  Gen,  he  cries.,, 

"  Who  takes  durjguilt  afray  r, 
'  "  I  faw  the  fpirit  o'er  his  heady 

**  On  his  baptifing  aiy.]. 

6  "  Be  ev'ry  vale  exalted  high  ; 
"  Sink,  ev'ry  mountain  \ow   ; 

'*  The  proud  mull;  ftccp,  and  humble  fpuft 
"   Shall  his  falvation  know, 

7  «*  The  heathen  realms  with  7/rVs  landi 
"   Shall  join  in  ("wee:  accord  ; 

'•  And  all  chat's  born- of  man  ihall  fee 
"  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

%   "'   Behold  c^e- morning-Mar  arife, 
"  Ye  who  in  darknefs  fit  ; 

st  He  marks  the  path  which  leads  to  peace*. 
"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

LL   Per/ever ing  grace,  Jude  24,  25., 
1  '  1  vO   Gen  the  only  wife, 

X        Ouf  Saviour  and  our  King;, 
Let  ail  the  feints  below  the  fides 
Their  humble  praifes  brings 

r'Tis  his  almighty  love, 
His  counfel,  and  his  care, 
Ereferve  us  lafe  from  fin  and  de-  . 
And  ev'rj  hurtful  fn  are.. 

He  will  crefent  our  feu's 
Unblesaifii'd  and  compleat*. 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
Wifch  joys  divinely  great, 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed: 
Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 

[  blels  the  conduct  of  his  grace.?. 
Aiid  auks  his  wonders  kjiovvji, 


B.  IV    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      $% 

5   T5oour  Redeemer  God, 

Wifdom  and  pov/'r  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majefty, 

And  everlafting-fongs. 

LII.  Bapfrf:ny  Matt,  xxvrii.   ro;,  Ad.s  u. 

'^WAS  the  com  million  of  the  Lord, 
Go  leach  the  nations  and  baptize  ij, 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
S  irc<£  he  afcended  to  the;  fktejri. 

2  He  fits  upon  tb'  eternal  hills, 
Witji  grace  and- pardon  in  his  hands* 
And" fends  his  covenant  with  the  feels, 
To- blefs  the  darkiome  Gentile  lands, 

3  Repent  and  be  baptized,  he  faith,. 
For  the  remiJjion  of  your  fins  % 

And  thus  our  feme  aunts  our  faiths 
And  (hows  ixs  what  his  gofpel  means-, 

4  Oar  fouls  he  vvames  in.his  blood,. 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit,  from  our  God 
Befcends,  like  piuifying  raia. 

5  Thus  we  engage  ourfel.ves  to  thee* 
And  feal  our.  covenant  with  the  Lord  %. 
€>  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 

In  heay'n  our  iblemn  vows  record  ! 

Llll.   The  holy  Scriptures,  Heb.  i.   i .  2.  Tim,  Hi, 
15,  16.  Fialm  cxivii.  19.  20. 

I    /^^OD,  who  in  .various  methods  told 

Vjf  His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old,, 
Sent"  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  gracea 
To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

%  The  nations  read  the  written  word;. 

That  book  of  life,  that  fure  record  : 

The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 

Is  !>y  the  fweet  conveyance  giv'n,,  3  Goc^ 


32  HYMNS     and      B.  I. 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd, 
Abie  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  ; 

The  doclrincs  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  happy  lands,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epi files,  from  above, 

(Fie  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

LIV.    Saints  beiov'd  in  Chrifl,  Eph.  i.  3,  &c-. 

1  ^YESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
J    Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  : 

What  heav'nly  bleffings  from  his  throne 
Pall  down  to  finners  thro'  his  Son  ! 

2  Chriji  be  my  frjt  eleS,  he  faid, 
Then  chofe  our  fouls  in  Chriji  our  head, 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fin  ; 
Or  characters  were  then  decreed, 
Blamelefs  in  love,  a  koly  feed. 

4  fredeftinated  to  be  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  ; 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chriji  our  Lord  we  fhare  oar  part 
In  the  aftvclions  of  his  heart  ; 

Nor  (hail  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
*Till  he  forgets  his  firft  belov'd. 

LV.    Sicknefs  aad  recovery,  Ifa.  xxxviii.  9,  cifr. 

I   T  T  THEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefc 

VV       Our  God  deierves  a  fong  ; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezekiab's  tongue. 

ft  The 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       n 


*? 


2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  oper.'d  wide  in  vain, 

If  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  death 
Commands  t.^ern  fait  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  fiefb  are  wont  t'  abufs 
Our  minds  with  llavifa  fears  ; 

Our  dajs  are  pa/?,  and  tee  jkall lofe 
The  remnant  of  our  years. 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallovv's  voice* 
Or,  like  a  dove,  we  mourn, 

With  bitternefs  inftead  of  joys, 
AfRitlcd  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 
And  no  difeafe  withitands  : 

Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  fprings  of  life  fhculd  break3 
He  can  our  frame  reflore  : 

H-  calls  cur  fins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

LVI.  Babylon  falling,  Rev.  xv.  3.  xvi.  19.  xvii.  ss 

1    \ ^/^  ^ln£  t')e  S^01"^  of  thy  love, 

/  V       W#  found  thy  dreadful  name  : 
The  chriitian  church  unices  ths  longs 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

z  Great  God,  how  wond'ress  are  thy  works 

Of  veng'ance,  and  of  grace  ! 
Thou  King  of  faints,  Almighty  Lord, 

How  juft  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

3  Who  dares  refafc  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  vvorfnip  at  thy  throne  ? 

Thy  judgments  fpeak  thine  hor.efs 
Thro'  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  which  rules  the  earth, 
©*uak  with  the  martyrs'  bleed,  Har 


54        HYMNS     and         B.  I. 

Her  crimes  (hali  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  fhe  muit  drink  the  dregs  ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  ibv'reign  Judge, 

And  fhall  fulfil  her  plagues. 

I. VII.  Original Jtn,  Ro.  v.  12.  Pf.  li.  5.  Job  xiv.  4, 

1   T>  ACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we  look 

J£3     On  our  original  ; 
How  is  our  nature  dam'J  and  broke 

In  our  firlt  father's  fall. 

z  To  all  that's  good,  averfe  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  ail  that's  ill  ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind  ! 

Plow  obilinate  our  will  ! 

[3   Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate) 

Before  we  draw  our  breath  ; 
The  firfr  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat    ' 

Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  ftrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 
The  old  corruption  reigns, 

And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 
Wanders  through  ail  our  veins  1 

5  Wild  and  unwholesome  as  the  root 
Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 

How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree. 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
Can  pure  productions  bring  r 

Who  can  command  a  vital  ftreain 
From  an  infected  fpring  ? 

7  Yet,  mighty  Goo,  thy  wend'rous  love 
Can  make  our  nature  clean, 

While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death  and  fin.  %  The 


B.  I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS      35 

8  The  fecond  Adam  mail  rellore 

The  ruins  of  the  fir  it  ; 
Kofanna  ro  that  fov: reign  pcw'r, 

Which  new  creates  our  dufl:  ! 

LVIIL  The  Devil  wangwjbed,  Rev.  xh.  j. 

-5    T    ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  iing 

L/The  wars  of  heav'n,  when  Michael  f;ood 
Chief  gen'ral  of  th*  eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  cur  God. 

2  Againit  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail : 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boafl:, 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  fatan  thrown, 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown, 
And  fhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  pair, 
Chrifl  hasaffum'd  his  reigning  pow'r; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  call 

Down  from  the  ikies,  to  rife  no  more  ! 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  : 
'Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name 
They  gain'd  the  battle  and  renown, 

6  Rejoice  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  ev'ry  liar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  fky  : 
'Saints,    while  ye  fing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  Deliv'rer's  name  on  high. 

LIX.  Babylon  fallen,    Rev.  xviii.  20,  2f. 

1  TN  Gabriel's  hand,  a  mighty  ftone, 
X  Lies  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 

Prophets,  rejoice,  and  all  ye  faints, 
God/ball  avenge  your  long  complaints* 

2  He  feid,  and  dreadful  as  he  Hood, 

He  funk  the  mili-iione  in  the  flood  ; —        Thus 


j6       H  Y  M  N  S     and         B.  I. 

Thus  terribly  Jh all  Bab'lon /"<?// — 
Srmi — and  no  more  be  found  at  a  I. 

LX.   The  prcmi/cd  Mefiish  lorn,  Luke  i.  46,  &C. 
I    ^\UR  fouls  mall  magnify  the  Lord  ; 
\_J?  In  Go»,  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  : 
While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong, 
LI  ay  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 

[2  The  Higheft  few  her  low  eftate, 
And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  cone; 
His  overfhad'wing  povv'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  motner  of  a  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame; 
But  God  alone  muft  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name.] 

4  To  thofe  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ir.ar.ds  for  ever  fure  : 

From  age  to  age  his  promife  i^ves, 
And  the  performance  is  iecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  ?nd  his  feed— 
//;  thee /ball  all  the  earth  he  blejs'd  ; 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  But  now,  no  more  fhail  7/rVwait,    i, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  : 

Lo.  the  Defire  of  nations  comes — 
Behold,  the  promis'd  Seed  is  born  ! 

LXI.     Chrijl  coming  to  judgment ,    Rev.  1.5,  6,  7. 

1  IVTOW  to  tne  Lord,  who  makes  us  know 
j^^j  The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 

Be  humble  honors  paid   below. 
And  {trains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  'Twas  he  who  cleans'dour  foulelt  fins, 
And  wafa'd  us  in  his  richcii  bloed  ; 

'Tii 


JM.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       37 

"Tis  He  who  makes  us  priefb  and  kings, 
And  brings  us,  rebels,  near  to  God. 

3  To  Je/us,  our  atoning  Prieit, 
T:  Je/us ,  our  iuperior  King, 

Be  everlafting  pow'r  confefe'd, 
And  ev'ry  tongue  his  glory  firg. 

4  Behold  !  on  flying  ciouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eye  fhali  fee  him  move  ; 
Tho'  with  our  Sns  we  p-rc'd  him  once, 
Now  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  lore. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  mail  wail, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  ; 
Corns,  Lord — nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  char'ots  long  delay. 

LXII.   Chrift  Tefus,  the  Lamb  of God  worjhipped 
by  all  the  creation.  Rev.  v.  n,  12,  13. 

■I    /^OMS,  let  us  join  our  chearful  fongs 
\^j  With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 

Ten  thoufand  thoufand  are  their  tcngues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

Worthy  the  Lamb  ihat  dy'd,   they  cry, 

Tc  be  exalted  thus   ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  Lips  reply, 

For  he  was  {lain  for  us. 

3  Je/us  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 

And  bieflings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  fey, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  Teas, 

Confpire  to  rai;e  thy  glories  high, 
A.;d  (peak  thine  endieis  praiie, 

5  Let  all  creation  join  in  one, 
.  To  blefs  the  facred  name 

d  or 


3*  HYMNS    and  B.L 

Of  him,  who  fits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb* 

LXIII.  Chrift's  humiliation  &  exaltation,  Rev.  V. 
I  II7HAT  equal  honors  (hall  we  fing, 

VV     To  thee,  O  Lord,  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  which  angels  fing, 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2.  Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  flain, 
The  Prince  of  Life,  who  groan'd  and  dy'd  ; 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  domin'on  are  his  due 
Who  flood  condemn'd  at  Pilate? s  bar  : 
Wifdom  belongs  to  J  ejus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here. 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 
Yet  he  fuftain'd  amazing  lofs  ; 
To  him  afcribs  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honor  immortal  mull  be  paid, 
Inflead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
Whiie  glory  mines  around  his  head, 
And  ?.  bright  crown,  without  a  thorn. 

6  B!ef::::gs  forever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curfe  for  wretched  men  : 
Let  angels  lound  his  (acred  name, 
And  ev'ry  creature  fay — Amen. 

LXIV.     '        '.ont   i  John,  iii.  i,  &c.  Gal.  vi.  6. 

i    TjEHOLD,  what  wdnd'rons  grace 
J3  T»e  Father  has  beftow'd, 
On  finners,  of  a  mortal  race, 

them— Sons  oj  God  I 

S»       5  is  11 

'■•>**  *e  mould  be  unknown  ; 


B.I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       39 

The  Jpwijk  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son  :— 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  muft  be  made  ; 
But,  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  near, 
We  mail  be  like  our  Head* 

4  A  hope,  fo  much  divine, 
May  trials  well  endure— 

May  purge  our  fouls  from  fenfe  and  fin, 
As  Cbrift,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  ihare  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  (laves,  beneath  the  throne  ; 
Our  faith  mall  Abba  Father  cry, 
Arid  thou  the  kindred  own. 

LXV.   The  day  of  Judgment ,  Rev.  xi.  1 5. 

1  IT    ET  tV  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high, 
1  _j  Let  (Kouts  be  heard  thro'  all  the  Iky  : 

Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'rafTume, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
Jefus,  the  Lamb,  who  once  waft  flin, 
For  ever  live,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  : 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  G©d 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  mtfft  the  rifmg  dead  appear — 
Now  the  decifive  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

D  2  LXYI. 


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LXVI.  Chrift  at  his  table,  Sol.  Song  i.  2,  3,  &c. 

1  T    ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 
\_j  Mine  int'jeft  in  his  heav'nly  love  : 

The  voice  which  tells  me — Thou  art  mine—- 
Exceeds  the  bleflings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  fpirit  came, 
.And  fpreads  the  favor  of  thy  name  ; 
That  oil  of  gladnsfs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  JifuSy  allure  me  by  thy  charms, 
My  foul  (hall  fly  into  thy  arms  ! 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  o.(  the  King. 

[4  Wonder  and  pleafurs  tune  our  voices 
To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys  : 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thins 
Beyond  the  tafte  of  richefl  wine.] 

5  Tho'  in  ourfelves,  deform'd  we  are, 
.And  black  as  Kedar's  tents  appear  ; 
Yet,  ivhen  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

[6  While  at  his  table  fits  the  King, 

±ie  loves  to  fee  us  (mile  and  fing  : 

Our  graces  are  our  heft  perfume, 

And  breath  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.] 

7  As  myrrh,  new  bleeding  from  the  tree, 

Such  is  a  dying  Chrift  to  me  ; 

And,  while  he  ma;;es  my  foul  his  gueft, 

My  bofom,  Lord,  (hall  be  thy  reft. 

[8  No  beams  of  cedar,  or  of  fir 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  ; 

And  here  we  wait,  until  thy  love 

Kaile  us  to  ncbler  feats  above.] 

LXVil. 


B.L        SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        4! 

LXVIL  Seeking  the  paftures  c/Xhrift,  the  Shep- 
herd, Solomon's  Songs,  i.  7. 

1  P'  §  ^HOU,  whom  my  foal  admires  above 

j[      All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  do  thy  fweeteft  paftures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  fliadow  of  that  Rock, 
Which  from  the  fun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  fieep. 

3  Why  mould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
Who  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  conftant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love, 

[4  The  footfteps  of  thy  flock  I  fee— 
Thy  fweetefl  paftures,  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  feaft  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans  and  tears. 

5   His  deareft  flefh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richeft  blood  : 
Here  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 

LXVUl.  Banquet  of  Love,  Sol.  Song,  a  I,  2,  &C. 

1  JJEHOLD  theRofeof&W^here, 
J3  The  Lily  which  the  vaiiies  bear  I 

Behold  the  tree  of  life,  which  gives 
Refreshing  fruit  and  healing  leaves  ! 

2  Among  the  thorns  To  lilies  mine, 
Among  wild  gourds  the  noble  vine  : 
So  in  minee>es  my  Saviour  proves, 
Amidft  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  made  I  fit, 
To  fliield  me  from  the  burning  heat  ; 

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Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpread  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  tafte. 

4  Kindly  he  brought  me  r.o  the  place 
Where  flood  the  banquet  of  his  grace  ; 
He  faw  me  faint,  and,  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread,  and  gen'rous  wine,- 
He  chear'd  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  op'ning  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  fhew'd  his  thoughts,  how  kind  they  be. 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart  . 
Lie  down,  and  reft  upon  my  heart  ; 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 
Difturb,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love. 

LXIX.    Chrift  appearing  to  his  Church,  andfeeh 
itrg  her  company,  Sol.  Song  ii.  8,  9,  10,  1 1,  &c. 

1  f~  a  ^HE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

J[      Over  the  rocks  and  rifmg  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief  ! 

2  Now  through  the  veil  of  fiefh  I  fee, 
With  eyes  of  iove  he  looks  on  me  ; 
>Jow  in  the  gofpel's  cieareft  glafs 
He  mews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
JBoth  with  his  beautie  and  his  tongue  ; 
Rije,  faith  my  Lord,  make  kafte  away, 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  ft  ay . 

4  The  Jewifh  <iv  in  fry  ft  ate  is  gone, 
'The  mifts  are  fted,   the  fpring  comes  on3 
The  Jacred  turtle-dove  <we  hear, 
Proclaim  the  new,  the  joyful  year. 

5  Th*  immortal  vine,  of  heav'nly  root, 
JBloJ/bms  and  buds,  and  givts  her  fruit  I 


Lo, 


Br.L       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        4*- 

Lo,  we  are  come  to  tails  the  wine  ; 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay— .. 
Rife  up,  my  love,  and hajle  avjay  / 
Our  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

LXX.  Chrid  inviting,  and  the  Church  anfwer  in?  - 
the  invitation,  Sol.  Song  ii.    14,   16,  17. 

[iTTARK!  the  Redeemer  from  on  high, 

Jfl  Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  ; 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubt, 
He  gentiy  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out,. 
2  My  dove,  voho  hidefl  in  the  rock, 
'Thine  heart  almoft- voiih  forrovo  broke,. 
Lift  up  thy  face  >f or  get  thy  fear, 
And  let  tky  voice  delight  mine  ear, 
3.  Thy  voice,  to  me,  founds  ever  f Meet  ; 
My  graces  in  thy  countenance  meet  : 
'Tho'  the  vain  vjorld  thy  face  defpife, 
3TiS  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes, 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives, 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  : 
To  thee  our  joyful  lips  fhal'i  raife 
The  voice  of  prayer  and  of  praife.] 
[5  I  am  my  Love's  and  he  is  mine  ; 
Our  hearts,  oar  hopes,  our  paffions  join  1 
ISTor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 
I^or  though*-  arife,  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foul  to  pailures  -air  he  leads, 
Among  the  lilies,  xvhzrs  he  feeds, 
Among  the  faints  (whofe  robes  are  whits 
"Wafh'd  in  his  blood)  is  his  delight. 

7  Till  the  daybreak,  and  fliadows  flee., 
Till  tet  dawning  light  I  fee* 

Thins 


44  HYMNS     an»  B.I. 

Thine  eyes  to  me-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green, 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  fin  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 
My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide.] 

LXXI.   Qhx'A  found  in  the  f  reel,  and  brought  f 
the  Church,  Sol. Song,  iii.  i,  2,  3,  4,  5. 

FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 
Jefus,  my  love,  my  foul '5  delight : 
With  warm  delire  and  reliefs  thought, 

1  feek  him  oft,  but  find  him  no:. 

2  Then  I  arife,  and  fearch  the  itreets 
3Ti!l  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  ; 
I  afk  the  watchman  of  the  night, 
Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  ? 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fa&  in  mine  embrace. 

[4  I  bring  him  to  my  mother'6  home, 
(Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come) 
To  Sion's  facred  chambers,  where 
Wiy  foul  firil  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  vviih  deadly  (mart  ; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  mare.] 

6.   I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  m\  joys  ; 
Nor  fin,  nor  hell,  ceme  near  my  heart, 
To  €aufe  my  Saviour  to  depart. 

LXXIL 


I.I.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       4S 

LXXII*   The  coronation  of  Chrift,  and  efpoufah  of 
the  Church,,  Sol.  Song,  iii.  2. 

1  Y*\  AUGHTERS  of  Ston,  come,  behold 

JL>?  The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Fiac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon*. 

z  J  ejus,  thou  everlafting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ;• 
Accept  the  well-deferv'd  renoun, 
And  wear  our  praifes  ?-.s  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worfhip  be, 
Like  cur  efpouf'als,  Lord  :o  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above, 
We  ftrft  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  ghdaefs  of  that  happy  day 
Our  hearts  would  wiftvit  long  to  Hay  ;• 
Nor  let  our  faith  ferfake  its  hold, 

Nor  comfort  fink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  O  !  let  each  rrnnute  as  it  flies, 
Ircreafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 
'Till  we  are  rais'c-  to  &ng  thy  name 
At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb, 

6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  fiftey* 
And  bring  that  coronation  day  ! 

The  King  of  G race  (hall  rill  the  throne, 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  oa. 

LXXIII.      The   church's    beauty    in  ths    eyes    sf 
Chrift.  Sol.  Seng  iv.  1,  10,  11,7,  8,  9. 

iT/'IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 

i\.  AffeclioB  founds  in  every  word  ; 
ho,  thou  art  fair ,  my  love,  he  cries, 
■  Not  the  young  doves  have  Jhvsete?  eye?, 

[2   Saveet  are  thy  lips,  thy  plcfeng  <voic$ 
Salutes  mine  ecy  with  Jeer et  joys  $ 


46  H  Y  M  N  S    anb  B.I. 

Nofpicefo  much  delights  thefmell, 
Nor  milk,  nor  honey  tajles  fo<welW\ 

3  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride  to  me, 
I  twill  heboid  no/pot  in  thee  ; 

"What  mighty  wanders  love  performs, 
And  puts  a  comelinels  on  worms  ! 

4  DenTd  and  Icathfome  as  we  are, 
He  makes  us  white  and  calls  us  fair; 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nly  dreis, 
His  graces  and  his  right'oufnefs. 

5  My  Jtjlsr  and  my  fpoufe,  he  cries 
Bound  to  my  heart  by  <var'ous  ties-  ; 
Thy  powerful  lo<ve  my  heart  retains, 
In  jiro?ig  delight ,  and  pleajing  chains, 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  the  wild  world  of  beafls  and  men. 
To  Sion  where  his  glories  are — 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains 
Shall  hold  my  feet  or  force  my  flay, 
When  Chrijl  invites  my  foal  away. 

LXXIV.  The  church t  the  garden  of  Chrift,  Sol. 
Songs  iv.  12,  1 3, (.15 ,  and  v.  i, 

IIT7  E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

VV     Chofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A  little  fpot  inclos'd  by  grace. 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildernefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  ftand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father's  hand  ; 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Sion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come, 
.Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 

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B.I.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        47 

Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  breath, 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  heft,  fpices  flow  abroad, 
To  entertain  our  Saviour  God  ; 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  aclive  here. 

[5   Let  my  beloved  come,  and  tafte 
His  pleafont  fruits  at  his  own  feafl :— » 
/  corns  my  fpoufe,  I  come  fee  cries, 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  his  «yes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
Well  pieas'd  to  fmell  cur  poor  perfumes  5 
And  calls  u»  to  a  feaii  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,  milk  or  wine. 

7  Eat  cfihe  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 

'1  he  bUJJtngs  which  my  Father  fends  ; 
Tcur  tafle jhall  all  mv  dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  of  my  love* 

8  Jeftts,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  ling  the  bounties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food,  on  which  we  live, 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongaes  can  give.] 

LXXV.    The  defer iption  of  Chrift,   the   heIoyea\ 

Sol.   Sor~  v.  9,  10,  i!,  12,  14,  15,  16. 
1  '  §  v  H  E  Mrtrad'riQg  world  enquire  to  know* 

JL      Why  I  mould  -eve  my  J  ejus  Co  : 
What  are  his  charms,  fay  they  above 
The  oljcds  fa  mortal  love  ? 

%  Yes  my  beloved  to  my  fight 
Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  r::d  and  white  ; 
Ail  human  beaucies.  all  divine, 
In  my  beloved  meet  and  mine. 

3  White  is  his  foul  from  blemifli  free  j 
Peed  with  the  blood  he  fhed  for  me  ; 

The 


4«  K  Y  H  N  S     and  B.I, 

The  faireft  often  thoufand  fairs— 
A  fun  among  ten  thoufand  ftars  ; 

[4  His  head  the  finefl  gold  excels  ; 
There  u'-dom,  in  perfection,  dwells, 
And  glory ,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  beet  with  thorns. 

5   Companions  in  his  heart  are  found, 

nals  of  his  wound  : 
His  facred  fide  no  more  thai!  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 

[6  Hi?  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
Than  di'monds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 
Thofe  he^v'nly  hands  which  en  the  tree 
V/e.re  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me  ! 

7  Tho*  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loa:-vd  with  fins  and  agonies, 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
?g$,  like  marble  pillars,  Hand.] 

[S  His  eyes  are  roajefty  and  love — 
The  eagle  tehiper'd  with  the  dove  1 
No  more  (hall  trickling  furrows  roll 
Thro'  thcie  dear  wind  *ws  of  his  foul.] 

*  His  mouth  which  pour'd  out  long  complaints 
miles,  and  chears  his  fainting  faints  : 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Ivluft  be  belov'd  2nd  yet  ador'd  ^ 
His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  kr.ew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

LXXVI.   Chiifl   dwells  in  heaven,  but -v  if  J  s  en 
earth,  Sol. Song,  vi.  l,  2,  5,  12. 

1  IT/KEN  ftrangers  ftand,  and  hear  me  tell 
XV     What  beauties  in  ray  Saviour  dwell  ; 

Where 


B.I.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,        43 

Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  feek  and  love  him  too. 
2  My  beft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light,  m  worlds  unknown  : 
But  he  defcends,  and  fliewj>  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

{3  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  Hand  ; 
He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  (how  their  fpotlefs  heads. 

4  He  ha?  engrorVd  my  warmefl  love, 

No  earthly  charms  my  foal  can  move  ; 

I  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death,  nor  hell  mall  make  us  pai't.] 

[5  He  takes  my  foul  e're  I'm  aware, 

And  mows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 

No  char'ot  of  Amminadih 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcribe* 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 

On  wings  of  faith,  above  due  fkles, 

'Till  death  mall  make  my  laft  remove, 

To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  iove. 

LXXVII.  The  love  of  Chrift  to  the  Churchy  Sol. 
Song  vii.  5,  6,  9,  52,  13. 

1  T^"T  O  W  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace 
X^     Appears  the  king,  and  thus  he  fays  5  . 

Hc-z-j  fair  my  faints  &re  in  my  fight* 
My  Icve,  hotv  pleajant  for  delight  I 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  ibv'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nlv  grace  in  every  word  ; 
From  that  dear  mouth,  a  lrre?m  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choicer!  w;ne. 

3  8uch  wond'roas  ]qve  awakes  the  lip 
Oflkints  who  were  ain;cft  afieep, 

E  To 


|D  HYMNS     AK9 

To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  m^kesour  cold  affections  flame; 

4  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know 
In   fields  and  villages  below  ; 
Gives  us  a  relifti  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  Ivs  nobieft  feaft  above. 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates, 
An  higher  enrertaiiimcnt  waics  ; 
Fruits,  new  and  old,  hid  up  in  ftore, 
T'lere  we  fhall  feed — but  tnirtf  no  more. 

LXXVIIT.  Strength  of ChriiVs  love  and  the  foul's 
jeuloujy  of  her  own,   Soi.  Song,  viii.  5,  &c. 

[1    tJfHG  is  this  fair  one  in  difbefs, 

y  V     That  travels  from  the  wiidernefs  ? 
And  prefs'd  wkh  forrows  and  with  fins, 
On  her  beloved  Lord  fhc  leans. 

2  This  is  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift,  our  God, 
Bought  with  the  treafuies  of  his  blood, 
And  her  requeft,  and  her  complaint, 

Is  bu:  the  voice  of  ev'ry  faint.] 

3  te  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftanu, 

<e   Botn  en  thy  heart,  and  on  thy  hand  I 
<e  Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  wear 
<f  That  pledge  oflove  forever  there. 

4  te  Stronger  than  death,  my  love  is  known, 
*f  Which  Hoods  of  wrath  could  j*ever  drown  ; 
<f   And  hill,  and  earth,  in  vain  combine, 

ee  To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  ct    But  I  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

'«  Left  it  mould  once  from  thee  depart  ; 
<s  Then  let  thy  name  be  well  iniprefs'd, 
ce   As  a  iair  ilgnet  on  my  breaft. 

$  "  'TtU  thou  hail  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
*•   V'htrc  fears,  and  doubts  can  never  come  ; 

«  Thr 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        5? 

*«  Thy  count'nance,  let  me  often  fee, 
"  And  often  thou  malt  hear  from  me. 
7  "  Come,  my  beloved,  hafte  away, 
€t  Cat  (hort  the  hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
<f  Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 
"  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 

LXXIX.  A  Morning   Hymn,   Pfalm   xix.    5,  S^ 
and  Ixxiii.  24,  2^ 

i  g^\  OD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 
\J  The  chearful  fun  makes  hafle  to  rife% 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  the  fkies. 

2  £rom  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins— 
And,  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  ihines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun,  may  I  fulfil 
TV  appointed  duties  of  the  day  ;* 
With  ready  mind  and  aelivewili, 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way  X 

[4  But  I  mall  rove,  and  loofe  the  race, 
If  God,  my  Sun,  mould  difappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze 
To  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  ilar. 

5  Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  purej 
Enlighc'ning  our  beclouded  eye's  ; 

Thy  threafnings  juft,  thy  promife  fureP 
Thy  goipel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs  ; 
All  mv  defires  and  hopes  befide  ' 

Ate  faint  and  cold,  compared  with  this* 


52  HYMNS      and  B.I, 

JLXXX.   An   Evening  Hymn,  Pfalm  iv.    8,    and 

in.   5,  6,  and  cxXWi.  8. 
n  >"TpHUS   far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

X      Thus  far,  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days. 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  (hall  make  known 
Some  frefn  memor'al  0/  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  ray  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  paft, 

He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  corns. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
"While  well-appointed  angels  keep, 
Their  watchful  ftaticns  ruund  my  bed. 

4  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
*Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things  ; 
My  God,  in  fafety,  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wings. 

{5"  Faith  in  his  name  fordids  my  fear  : 

0  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart  ' 
And,  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart. 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  mall  coffi^ 
My  fleih  mall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  my  voice— to  ronfe  my  tomb— 
With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 

LXXXL     A    Song  for    Morning    or    Evening, 
Lam.  iii.  23,  Ifa.   xiv.  7. 

1  1^  /J"Y  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  ! 

j  VjL  Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new  ; 
Ar.d  morning  mercies,  from  above, 
Gently  diftil,  like  early  dew. 

z  Thou  fpread'ft  the  curtains  of  the  nipht, 
Great  Guard 'an  of  my  Helping  hours  j 

Tby 


B.L       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       53 

Thy  Sov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
And  quickens  ail  my  drowfy  povv'rs. 

3  I  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command, 
To  thee,  I  confecrate  my  days  : 
Perpet'al  blefiings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpet'al  fongs  of  praife. 

LXXXII.  God  far -above  creatures ,  Job  iv.  17,25, 

SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  He  J1 

2  Behold,  he  puts  his  trull  in  none 
Of  ail  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his^ 
Are  neither  holy,  juft  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
Who  faring  from  dull,  and  dwell  in  clay  f 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 

We  faint  and  vaniili  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thoufands  in  thy  fight  ; 
Bury'd  in  duft,  whole  nations  lie 

Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 

5  Almighty  Pow'r,  to  thes  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  *re  we  !   how  glor'ous  thou  !-=*» 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  mall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God. compare  ! 

LXXXII1.  Jffliftions  under po-vi&ence,  Jnb,v.& 

3   \T  O  T  from  the  dull  affcclion  gri.-ws,. 

X^    Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  ; 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 

A  fad  inheritance  ! 

2   As  fpaik<  break  our  from  burning  coalv 
And  -  Xtiil  ate  upwards  borne  ; 

£.a.  £» 


5*  HYMNS     ai\2>.  2..L 

So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mouru. 

.3  Yst  vvitk  my  God  [  leave  my  caufe, 

And  trurt  his  promis'd  grace  ;— 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 

Of  love  and  right'oufnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  which  e'er  I  bore, 

Shall  fpoii  my  future  peace — 
For  death  and  hell,  can  do  more 

Than  what  my  Father  pleafjp.  * 

3LXXX1V.  Salvation,  rigbteoufnefs,  and Jirengtif 
in  Chrift,   Ifa.  xiv.  21 — 25. 

1  TRHOVAH  fpeaks—Jet  Ifr'el  hear  t 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear  ; 

While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honors,  and  his  names  :— 

2  "  I  am  »he  lait,  and  I  the  fir  ft, 

*f  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  rhe  juft.  5 
•'  There's  none  beiide  pretends  to  fliew 
•*  Suchjuftice,  and  falvation  too. 

3  '*  Ye,  who  in  (hades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
**  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell— 
*c  Look  up  to  me,  from  diilant  lands, 

"  Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  handa^ 

4  '«  I  '  y  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 
<(   Nor  (hall  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 

"  To  me  mall  all  things  bend  the  knee$, 
*e  And  ev'ry  tongue  mall  fwear  to  me. 

ij   te  In  ME  alone,  (hall  men  confefs 
•«  Lies  all  their  ltrength  and  right'oufnefs  5 
*«  But  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
*'«  I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame. 

£  «  In  me    the  Lord,  fhallall  the  feed 
"  Q/Iir^l,  from  their  fins  be  freed  j 


B..L.       SPIRITUAL    SON'S  S.       55 

*'  And,  by  their  mining  graces  prove, 
f  Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love,'8 
LXXXV.      Toe  fame. 

I   '  pH  E   Lord  on  high  proclaims 
J^      His  Godhead,  from  his  throne  §. 
s»  Mercy  and  juiiice  are  the  names 
Ci  By  which  I  will  be  known* 

2  "   Ye  dyi.ig  fouls,  who  fit 
"  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 

*e  Look  from  the  bonders  of  the  pit 
<c  To  my  recov'ring  grace." 

3  Sinners  (hill  hear  the  found  ;, 
Their  thankful  tongues  fnall  own, 

Our  right'ouinefs  and  ftrength  are  fouad" 
In  Thee,  the  Lord  a!ons, 

4  Tn  Thee,  (hall  Ifr'ei  truff, 
And  fee  their  g^ilt  forgivm  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  hnners  jaft, 
AnJ  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

LXXXVI.  God  boly9jufit  tffovereign.  Job,!*,  jfc. 

1  T  YOW  ftlould  the  fons  of  Adam's  rase 
£~A    Be  Pare  before  their  God  5 

If  he  c  n.ni  in  right'onfnefsj 
We  fail  beneath  his  rod. 

2  To  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 
I'll  make  no  rrfore  pretence  ; 

Not  one,  or  a!i  rnr  thoufand  faults, 
Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

3  S-ro^-g  is  his  am,  his  heart  is  wife  £; 
vVnat  vain  pre!umers  dare 

Agi'ntt  th?ir  maker's  hand  to  rife, 

U    'tempt  th'  unequal  war  ? 
[4.     1  >j mains  by  his  Almighty  wrath,. 

ks^iii  their,  own  feats  are  *arn  5 

He 


s6  HYMNS    an»  3.  1. 

He  makes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 
-Tn'  obed'ent  fun  forbears  ! 

His  hand  with  fack-cloth  fpreads  the  fkies^ 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  itormy  fea— 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 

There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way,. 
Or  his  dark  footileps  find.] 

LXXXVII.   God  tkvijls  with  the  humble  an& 
penitent,  Ha.  lvii.    15,  16. 

1  f  S'^HIJ  S  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One* 

jj^      "  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
*<  My  name  is  GOD,  1  dwell  on  high—* 
et  Dwell  in  mine  own  eternity. 

2  "   But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below— 
•  •  On  earth,  1  hive  a  fnanfidn  too  : 
«'  The.  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 

••  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  (t  The  humble  foul,  my  words  revive,, 
*'  I  bid  the  moorning  finner  live  ; 

**  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
*<   And  cafe  .he  [orrows  of  the  mind. 

[4  •"«   When   I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

«*   I  make  them  know — bowvile  they've  been  ; 

•'  Bui  fhouid   my  wrath  for  ever  faioke, 

**  Their  fouls  would  fink  beneach  the  itroke.;s 

5  O  mav  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
LenSve  (hould  faint,  despair  and  die  ! 
Thub  mall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
*£hs  methods  or  ihy  chaft'ning  love.] 

LXXXVIIL 


B.L       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        $f 

LXXXVIII.    Life,   the  day  of  Grace  and  Hefe* 
Ecclef.  ix.  4,  5,  6,  10, 

1  X    I  F  E  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

j^j  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward  5 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vileft  firmer  may  return. 

[2  Life  is  the  hour  which  God  has  giv'a 
To  'fcape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleflings  of  the  day.  J 

3  The  living  know   that  they  mull  die. 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  : 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

[4  Their  hatred  and' their  love  is  loic, 
Their  envy  bury'd  in  the  dull  ; 
They  have  no  Ihare  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  iun.] 

5  Then  what  ray  thoughts  defign  to  d@> 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  purfue  ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

6  There  are  no  acls  of  pardon  pafl 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte  ; 
But  darknefs,  death,  and   long  deipair 
Reign  in  eternal  iilence  there. 

LXXXIX.    Tontb   and  Judgment,    Eccl.   xl.  $+. 

1  "^/E  fo;1s  of  Adam*,  vain  and  young, 

I     Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue*, 
Tails  the  delights  your  fouls  dehre, 
And  give  a  loofe  to  ail  your  fire. 

2  Purfue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

Ana  chear  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine  ; 

Enjoy 


5*  HYMNS     an©  B.T. 

Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth— but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too  I 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts^ 
His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done, 
Muft  aii  appear  before  the  fun. 

4  The  vengeance,  to  your  follies  due, 
Should  itrike  your  hearts  with  terror  through  j 
How  will  you  ftand  before  his  face, 

Or  anfwer  for  his  injur'd  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  Gos,  turn  off  their  eyes 
Prom  the  alluring  vanities  ! 

And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  rear  the  Lord. 
XC.     The  Ja;m. 

*  T    O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife* 

\  4   And  thro'  all  nature  rove  ; 
Fulfil  the  wifhe*  of  their  eyes, 

Ana  talle  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  defires  ; 
But  let  the  Tinners  know, 

The  itridt  account,  which  Goi  requires 
Of  all  the  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high  5 
The  frighted  earth  and  feas 

Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  flee  before  his  face. 

4  How  (hall  T  bear  that  dreadful  dav? 
And  it?nd   the   fiery  teft  ? 

I  give  all  mortal  joys  a  ,  ay 
To  be  for  ever  bleft. 

XCI.   J.Ivice  to  Youth,  Eccl.  xii.  1,  7, 

O  W,  in  the  heac  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator  God  : 

Behold 


is 


B.I.-      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       $$ 

Behold  the  months  come  hafi'ning  on, 
When  you  (hall  fay — my  joys  are  gone  / 

2  Beh.ild,  the  aged  finner  goes 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  enditis  curfe..  on  his  head. 

3  The  dull  i churns  to  dull  again  ; 
The  foul,  in  agonies  oi  pain, 

A fends  to  God   ;  noc  there  to  dwell, 
Bu    nears  heruoom,  and  finks  to  hell. 

4  Erei-naJ  King  !  I  frar  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know — how  frail  I  am— 
A- ;d,  when  my  fou]  mull  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manfion  in  thy  love, 

XCIL  Chn&fPf^l/aomcf-GoD,  Pro.  viii.  1,22,320 

1  pHALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud. 
•^   And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  i 

The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  regard  ? 

2  fi  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
*'  His  ever  la  fiing  Son, 

e<  Before,  the  fir  ft  of  all  his  works^, 

"  Creation  was  begun. 
[3   "  Before  the  flying  clouds, 

"  Before  the  folid  land, 
"  Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 

te  I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  c<  When  he  adorn'd  the  ikies, 

tl   And  built  them — I  was  there, 
"  To  order  when  the  fun  mould  rife> 
e<  And  martial  ev'ry  ft-ur. 

5  et  When  he  pour'd  oat  the  fea, 
€C  Aad  ljpread  the  Sowing  deep, 

I  gav© 


^o  HYMNS    anb  B.L 

I  gave  the  fiood  a  firm  decree, 

"— In  its  own  bound?  to  keep.— 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

'*  The  earth  was  ballanc'd  well  ; 
e(  With  joy  I  faw  the  manfion  where 
,*  The  Ions  of  men  mould  dwell. 

7  tc  My  bufy  thoughts  at  fir  ft 
'■'  On  their  falvaticn  van, 

t(  E'er  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  du& 
"    Was  fa(hion*d  to  a  man. 

8  •*  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 
"   Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 

c<  Hnpps  the  man  who  keeps  my  ways, 
*'  The  man  who  {hur.s  them,  dies." 

XC1II'  Wtjdem  bleyedorrcfified,  Pro.  viii.  34,  36. 

^~T~*  HUS  faith  the  wifdom  cf  the  Lord — 

J      **  Elefs'd  is  the  man  who  hears  my  word, 
*'  Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
"   And,  at  my  feet,  for  mercy  waits. 

2  "  The  foa],  who  feeks  me,  (hall  obtaia 
"   Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  ; 
*'  Immortal  life  is  his  reward  — 

Cl   Life — and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  "   But  the  vile  wretch,  who  ftvis  from  me, 
"   Doth  his  own  fool  an  injury  ; 

"   Fqols,  who  again  ft  my  grace  rebel, 

"   Seek  death — and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

XCIV. — Juji ficnikn  by    Faith,  not  by   Works~f 
Rem.   iii.    19 22. 

1  T7  AIN  are  the  hopes,  the  fons  of  mea 
\      On  their  own  works  have  built  ; 

Their  heart?,  by  nature,  all  unclean, 
A«d  all  their  aclions  guilt. 

2  Let 


•B.I,       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.        61 

-2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  flop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murm'ring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  Hand 
Guilty,  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  right'ous  law 
To  juftify  us  now  ; 

Since — to  convince,  and  to  condemn— 
Is  all  the  Jaw  can  do. 

4  Jefus  how  glcr'oub  is  thy  grace. 
When  in  thy  Name -we  trail  ■ 

Our  faith  receives  a  right'oufnefs 
Which  makes  the  linner  juil. 

XCV.    Regeneration,  John  i.  13,  and  \i'\.  3,  &c, 

1  1\T  OT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
JL%    Nor  rites,  which  God  has  giv'n, 

Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God,  alone 
Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 

Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  pecuPar  race. 

3  The  Spirit.,  likefome  heav'nly  wind, 
Blows  on  the  fons  of  fiefh  ; 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  furms  the  man  afrefti, 

4  Our  quick'ned  fouls  awake— and  rue 
From  the  long  fleep  of  death  ; 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  ey^s, 
And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

XCVI.  Ekclion  excludes  becfting,  1  Cor.  i.  z6>  31. 

1  12  ^  ^  ^ew  among  ^e  carnal  wife, 

\  But  few  of  noble  race 
Ob  a       1  he  fa  vour  of  thine  eyes, 
Almighty  King  of  Grace. ' 

F  2  He 


62  H  f  M  N  S     an* 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name, 
For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 

And  thus,  he  pours  abundant  fhame 
On  honorable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 
The  myiVries  of  his  grace, 

To  bring  afpiring  v. [fd  ,  ,  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  c    ry  loft, 
When  brought  before  his  throne  : 

No  flefh  (ha!)  in  his  p  efe*  ce  boaft, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

XCVII.   Chrift,  our  Right eoufnefi,    i  Ccr.  i.  $*. 

1  TjURY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night 
Xj    We  lie,  till  Chrifl  reftores  the  light  ; 

Wiidorn  decends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
*Tis  his  atoning  blood  appears; 

Then  we  awake  from  deep  di'ftrefs, 
And  fing — the  Lord  our  Right'oujhefs  ! 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin  * 
Kis  fplrit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fuff'rings  flow, 
At  once  to  clean fe  and  pardon  tec. 

a.  Jefus  behold*  where  fatan  reigns, 
Binding  his  Saves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  break* 
The  ircn  bondage  from  our  necks, 

s;  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  Thee  pofiefs 

ce,  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  right'oufnefs ; 
Thou  art  oar  mighty  ALL — and  we 
Qiveour         Ifi :  fcivts,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

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XCVIII.     The  fame. 

1  TT  O  W  heavy  is  the  night 
XJL  Which  hangs  upon  our  eyes  y 

*Xi!l  Chriit,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  fouls  ariie  ! 

2  Our  guilty  fpirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heav'n  ; 
'Till  in  his  rigru'oufp.efs  array 'd, 
We  fee  our  iins  fbrgiv'a. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  way.3, 
His  hands  infecTed  nature  cure  :: 

With  fanclifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouls,  in^vain  ;-. 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cur  fed  chair*'. 

5  Lord- — we  adore  thy  ways 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  — 

Thy  fov 'reign  pow'r,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood  ! 

"XCXX~$tones  made  children  of 'Abraham, .Mat.iii.Qi 

1.  'T  TAIN  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place . 

y      Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race— - 
(Their  fathers  now  vjith  God.) 

2  He,  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 

Can  take  the  hardeft  Hones, 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abr'am  well 

With  new  created  fons. 

j  Such  vvond'rous  pow'r  he  doth  poflefs, 

Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptinefs— 

The  '.Yorld-cbey'd,  and  came. 

S2.  C. 


6*  H  Y  M  N  S      and-  E.L. 

C.  Believe,  and  befaved,  John  iii.  16,  17,  1  S. 

1  TpkT  O  T  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
J^    Did  Chrifl,  the  Son  of  God  appear  : 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
No  flaming  fvvord,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God — 
He  iov'd  the  race  of  man  fb  well, 
He  fent  his  fon  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word;, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 
A  thoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thoufand  biefiings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels,  who  refufe  his  grace  ; 
Who  Gcd's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
The  hotted  hell  fhall  be  their  place. 

CI.  Joy  in  heaven  for  a  repenting finner,  Lu.  xr. 

1  TI  7HO  can  defcribe  the  joys,  which  rife 

W     Thro'  all  the  courts  of  paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy,  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  fon,  with  joy,  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purchafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  fpirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul,  he  form'd  anew  : 
And   faints  and  angels  join  to  Ting 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

CIT — The  Beatitudes,  Matt,  v,  2 —12.. 

i  T^LEST  are  the  humble  fouls,  who  fee 
|3  Their  eroptinef*  and  poverty  ; 

Treafures 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       6 

Treafares  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'a.] 

[2  Bleft  are. the  men  of  broken  hearty. 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart  ; 
The  blood  of  Chiift  divinely  flows 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 
[3  Bleft  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
Prom  rage  and  paffion,  noife  and  war  ; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  ftate, 
And  plead  their -caufe  againft  the  great.] 

[4  Bleft 'are  the  fouls  who  thirii  for  grace  j; 
Hungec.and  long  for  right'oufnefs  ; 
They  (hall  be  well  fupply'd,  and  fed 
With  living  ftreams  and  living  bread.] 

[5  Bleft  are  the  men  whofe  bowels  move. 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Chrift,  the  Lord*  they  (hall  obtain 
Like  fympathy,  and  love  again.] 

[6  Bleft  are  the  pure,  whofe  hearts  are  clean. 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  lin  ; 
With  endlefs  pleafure  they  fhall  fee. 
A  God  of  fpotlefs  purity.] 

[7  Bleft  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  ; 
They  (hall  be  call'd— the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God — the  God  of  peace.] 

[8  Bleft  are  the  fufT'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  ihame,  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  (hall  triumph  in  the  Lord* 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward.] 

CIII,  Not  ajbam^  of  the  Go/pel,  2  Tim.  i.  12, 

I  T'M  not  afliam'd  to  own  my  Lord, 
X  Or  to  defend  his  caufsa 

F3  Mainta: 


66  HYMNS     ax*  B.I. 

Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  Crofs. 

2  Jefus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 
His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fhame., 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promife  Hands* 
And  he  can  well  fecure 

What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name 
Before  his  Father's  face  ; 

And,  in  the  new  Jerufalem, 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

CIV.  State  of 'nature  and  grace,  I  Cor.vi.lO,! : , 

i  '^T  O  T  vthe  malicious  or  profane, 

JJ%|    The  wanton,  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  iland'rers  fhall  obtain 

The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprizing  grace  1   And  fuch  were  we 

By  nature,  and  by  fin  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

5  But  we  are  waftiM  in  Jefus*  bloody 
We're  pardon'd  thro'  his  name  ; 

And  the  good  fpirit  of  our  God 
Has  fan&ify'd  our  frame. 

4  O,  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  1 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more*- 

No  more  pollute  our  h,ands» 

CT. 


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CV.  Heaven  iwvijlble  and  boly,  i  Cor.  ii.  9,  10. 
Rev.  xxi.  27. 

1  I^TOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard* 
X^J    Nor  i'enfe,  nor  reafon  known, 

What  joys  the  father  has  prepard 
For  thofe  who  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  io  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory,  in  his  word, 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  iky, 
And  all  the  region  peace  : 

No  wanton  lips,  nor  env'ous  eye* 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 
Pollution,  fin  and  lhame  ; 

None  (hall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  foil' wers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He-keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life*. 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 

The  hypocrite  in  vain  mall  ftrive 
To  tread  the  heav'niy  ground. 

CVI.  Dead  to  fin  by  the  crofs  o/'Chrilt,  Ro.vi.*. 

i  QHALL  we  go  on    to  fin, 

t^J  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds, 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 

And  open  all  his  wounds  f 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify 'd, 

Should  raife  them  from  the  dead* 


j  We  will  be  flaves  no  more, 
Since  Chrift  has  made  us  itzs? 


Mas 


to  H  Y  M  N  S     an 9  B.li 

Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  the  crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

CVII.  The  Fall  and  Recovery  of  Man  :  Qit, 
Chrift  and  Satan  at  enmity ,  Gen.  iii.i,  15,  173 
Gal.  iv.  4,  Col.  ii.  15. 

1  TpvECEIV'D  by  fubtle  friares  of  hell, 

\_J   Adam,  our  head,  our  father,  fell  ; 
When  fatan,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  which  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat'ning  :  Death  began 
To  take  poflVfiion  of  ihe  man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  fatan  found  a-worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord— » 
«<  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 

ff  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  "  The  woman's  feed  (hall  be  my  fon  ; 
™  He  mall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done — 
<<  Shall  break  thy  head — and  only  feel 
"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

[5  He  fpake^and  bid  four  thouiand  years 
Roll  on — at  length  his  fon  appears  ; 
Angels,  with  joy  defrend  to  earth, 
And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies ! 
But,  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  fkies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'do'er  the  p&w'ra  below.] 

CV1II.   Chrift  unfeen  and  beloved,  I  Pet.  2.  £> 
1    VTOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 

^^    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ;. 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 

And  love  him  in  his  word, 


Or 


B,  I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       6$ 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 

Yet,  Lord  our  inmofl:  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  tafle  thy  love^ 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 

Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

CIX.  The  Falueof  Chriil,  and  bis  rightedufnefn 
Phil,  iii,  7,  8,  9. 

T  O  more,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
Of  ail  the  duties  Ihave  done  ; 

1  quit  the  hopes  I  he:d  before, 
To  trull  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  lofs  ; 
My  former  pride   I  call  my  frame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  crofs. 

4  Yes,  and  Imuiland  will  efteem 
All  things  but  lofs  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
O,  may  my  foul  be  found  in  Him, 
And  of  his  right'ouinefs  partake  !" 

4.  The  bell  obed'ence  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  can  annver  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

CX.  Death  and  immediate  Glory,  2  Cor.  v.  1,5,8, 

I    >"lpsHERE  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands., , 

j[        E  tern  a',  and  on  high  ; 
And  here*  my  fpirit  waiting  ftands, 
Till  God  mall  bid  it  fly. 

2.  Shortly,  this  prifon  of  my  clay 
Mail  be  dLTolvM,  acd  fall  j. 

Thea 


7o  HYM  N  S     and  B,t. 

Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  Almighty  grace, 
Who  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n  ; 

And,  as  an  earnefl  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come— 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But,  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 

We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefti,. 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 

CXI.   Salvation  by  Grace,  Titus  iit.  3«-/- 

[1  T     ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults,,. 

I  j  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Fooliih  and  vain  were  ail  cur  thoughts, 

And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 
2  But,  O  my  foul,  forever  praife, 

For  ever  love  his  name, 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways,. 

Of  foifces  fin,  and  fhame  i] 

[3  'Tis  not  thy  works  of  right'oufnefs, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  sov'r eign  cr ace, 

Abounding  thro'  his  Son.] 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  Goo 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 

'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  vvalh'd  from  fin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  death 
Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 

The 


E.I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        7* 

The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew— 

And  juftify'd  by  grace, 
We  (hall  appear  in  glory  too, 

And  fee  our  Father's  face. 

CXII.  Looking  to  Jefus,  John  iii.    14— ~i6. 

1  QO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
5  The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 

The  wounded  fejt  im  med'ate  eafe, 
The  carnp  forebore  to  die. 

3  Look  upward  in  the  dying  .hour, 
And  live — the  prophet  cries  -;— * 

But,  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

2  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung. 
High  o'er  the  heav'ns  he  leigns  ; 

He«re  finners,  by  th*  old  ferpent  ftung-, 
Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 
A  dying  \Torld  revives  ; 

The  Jew  beholds  the  glor'ous  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

■CXIII.     Abraham's  Bleffings  on   the   Gentiles, 
Gen.  xvii.  7.  Rom.  xv.  8.  Mark  x.   14. 

■iTJ  O  W  large  the  promife  !  how  divine  ! 

~j[   To  Abr'am,  and  his  feed  ; 

et  • — I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

*'  Supplying  all  their  need,"-— 

2,  The  words  of  this  ex  ten  five  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 

A  ad  reals  the  bleiling  fure. 

Jelli 


jz  H  Y  M  N  S     anb  B.L 

3  Jefus,  the  ancient  faith  comfirms, 
To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 

He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them — heirs  ofheatfn* 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  arc  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  lame  ; 

Nor  from  the  prcmife  of  his  grace 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

CXIV.  The  fame.  Remans  xi.  16,  17. 

"1   f^  ENTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 

VJT  To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 
Grace  takes   us  from  the  barren  tree, 
And  graf.s  us  in  the  good,. 

2  With  the  fame  bleflings  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ; 

If  pure  and  holy  be  the  Root, 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 

3  Then,  let  the  children  of  the  faints 
Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 
And  wain  them  in  thy  blood. 

4  Thus,  to  the  Parents  and  their  feed, 
Shall  thy  falvation  come, 

And  num'rous  houfhholds  meet  at  lad 
In  one  eternal  home. 

CXV.  Conoid  ion  of  Jin  by  t'be  lam,  Ro.  vii.  8,  &c< 

I    V    ORD,  how  fecure  my  confeience  was, 
JL_>   -And  felt  no  inward  dread  ; 

1  was  alive,  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright, 
But  fince  the  precect  came 

'With  a  convincing  pow'r  and  light, 
1  fia'd  how  vile  I  am. 

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E.I.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       73 

[3  My  guilt  appear'd  but  fmall  before-, 

'Till  terribly  I  faw— 
How  perfect,  holy,  juft,  and  pure, 

Was  thine  eternal  law. 
4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load  ; 

My  fins  revivM  again  ; ' 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  flain.] 

.5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold, 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 

Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 
6  My  God,  I'll  cry  with  ev'ry  breath, 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death, 

And  thus  redeem  the  flsve. 

CXVI.  Love  to  God  &  our  neighbor,  Mat.  xxit. 

%   nr^HUS  faith  the  firft  and  great  command, 

JL      "  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
«c  To  love  thy  Maker,  and  thy  God, 
€r  With  utmoft  vigor  and  delight. 

2  "  Then  (hall  thy  neighbour  next  in  place 
<(  Share  thine  affeclions  and  efteem, 

tf   And,  let  thy  kindriefs  to  thy  felf 
*«  Meafure  and  rule  thy  love  to  him.'* 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  which  Mofes  fpoke, 
This  did  the  prophets  teach  and  prove  ;— 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfill^  by  love. 

4  But  Oh  !  how  bafeour  parlions  are  ! 
How  cold  our  charHy  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fi  1 1  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  (hall  ne'er  perform   thy  will. 

G  CXVII. 


74  HYMNS    and  B.  h 

CXVII.  Election  ,/o-vereign  and  free,  Ro.  ix.  2J„ 

{i  TJEHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay  \ 

J3  He  forms  his  veffel  as  he  pleai'e  : 
Such  is  our  God,  and  fuch  are  we, 
The  fubjects  of  his  high  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofe. 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe  ?] 

3  May  net  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  favors  as  he  will, 
Choofe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die, 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

{4  Whstif,  to  make  his  terror  known, 
Ke  lets  his  patience  logg  endure, 
SuiFring  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 
And  feal  their  own  deftru&ipn  fure  f 

5  What  if  he  means  to  mow  his  grace, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ? 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  cruth  a  thoafand  worlds  to  duft  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  light, 
Yet  ftill  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

8  Then  mail  he  make  his  juftice  known, 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne, 
With  joy  or  terror,  (hall  confefs 

The  glory  of  his  right'oufnefs. 

CXVIII. 


B.r.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.        f$ 

CX  VIII.  Mofes  &  Chrift  ;  or  fins  agalnfi  the  law 
andgofpei,  John  i.  17.  He.iii.  3,  5,6.  x.  28. 

1  /""j~^  H  E  law  by  Mofes  came, 

J[      But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  broaght  by  Chrift  (a  nobler  aame)? 
Defcending  from   above. 

2  Amidft  the  houfe   of  God 
Their  difPrent  works  were  done  j 

Mofe?  a  faithful  fervant  flood. 
But  Chrift— *a  faithful  Son.-* 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ftriQ  obed'^nce  paid  ; 

O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftands 
The  Sov'reign  and  the  Head. 

4  The  man  who  durfl:  defpife 
The  law  which  Mofes  brought^ 

Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumpt'ous  fault  : 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebeli'ous  race. 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  jefus  calls 
And  dare  refill  his  grace. 

CXIX.    The  different  fitccefs  cf  the  Go/pel,    I  Cor, 
i.  23,  24.  2  Cor.  ii.  16.  1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

2  /CHRIST  and  his  crofs  are  all  our  theme 5 

\_^j  The  myfi'ries  which  we  fpeak, 
Are  fcandai  in  the  Jews'  efteem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek  : 

2  But  fouls >  enlightned  from  above, 
With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 

They  fee  what  wifdbm,  pow'r,  and  love 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favor  of  his  name 
Reilcres  their  fainting  breath  ; 

G  z  Bui 


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Dut  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 

4  'Till  God  diffufe  his  graces  down, 

Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'niy  rain, 
3n  vain  A  polios  Tows    the  grounds 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

CXX.  Faith  of  Things  unfeen,  Heb,  xi.  I,  3,  &C. 

1  y.>AI-TH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
Jp     Of  things  beyond  oar  fight, 

Breaks  tbio'  the  clouds  of  flefh  and  fenfe, 
And  dwells  in  heav'niy  light.  * 

2  It  fets  time  psft  in  prefent  view, 
firings  ditfan:  profpe&s  home, 

Of  thi.ig:   a  thoufand  \ears  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 
By  God's  almighty  word  ; 

Abra'm,   to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city,  fair  and  high, 
Built  by   th'  eternal  hands  ; 

And  faith  allures  us,  tho'  we  die, 
That  heav'niy  building  Hands-. 

CXXI.    Children  de-voted  to  God,  Gen.  xvii.  7, 

10,   Alls  xvi.  14,  15,  33. 

(For  tho  e  tvho  practice  Infant  Bapti/m.) 

1  'HT^HUS   faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

i       f<  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
<(  I'll  blefs  thy  num'rous  race — and  they 
"  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

2  Abra'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace,. 
And  gave  his  !ons  to  God  ; 

But  water  feals  the  blefling  now, 
Which  once  was  feal'd  with  blocd.. 

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3  Thus  Lydia  far.cYify'd  her  houli, 
When  (he  receiv'd  the  word  ; 

Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave. 
His  houihold  to:  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  latter  faints  Eternal  King, 
Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  ; 

To  thee,  their  infant  offspring  bring, 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

CXXII.  Believers  buried,  with  Chfift/a  baptijmr. 
Rom.  vi.  3,  4,  Sec. 

vO  we  not  know  that  folemn  word- 
That  we  are   bury'd  with  the  Loid  ; 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  cur  fin  ? 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  :. 
So,  from  the  grave  did  Chrilt  arife, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  ikies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  fatan  reign . 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  again  ; 
The  var'ous  lulls  we  feiVd  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more/ 

CXXIII.   The  repenting  Prodigal,  Lu.  XV.  13. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  wretch,  whofe  lull  and  wine 

j3  Had  wafted  his  eftate  ; 
He  begs  a  fhare  among  the  fwine, 

To  tafte  the  hulks  they  eat. 

2 ■.*'  I  die  with  hunger  here,  (he- cries) 

"  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
"  My  father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies, 

(i   And  bount'oas  are  his  hands. 

3  "  I'll  go,  and,  with  a  mournful  tongue, 
(<  Fall  down  before  his  face  -, 

G  3  .  "  Faihs* 


73  K  Y  M  N  S     /_  3.1. 

<c  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
'*   Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace.'* 

4  He  {"aid— and  haft'ned  to  his  home, 
To  feek  his  lather's  love  ; 

The  Father  faw  the  rebel  come— 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran— and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  ion  ; 

The  rebel's  heart  with   ibrrow  break 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fin, 
.(Thdftather  gives  command) 

e:  DrefsMiim  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
"  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  A  day  of  fealling  I  ordain, 

"  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
M  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
"  Was  !oft,  and  new  is  found." 

CXXIV.   Tbefirji  andfecond  Adam,  Ro.  V.  is. 

1  "jp^EEP  in  the  dull,  before  thy  throne, 
I  3  Our  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own  ; 

Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame  ! 

2  Adam,  the  finner  :— At  his  fall, 
Death,  like  a  cenq'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  ; 
A  thoufand  new  born  babes  are  dead 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  while  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  fing  the  honors  of  zhy  grace, 
That  fent  to  fave  our  htin'd  race. 

4  We  fing  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  jcin'd  our  nature  to  his  own  ; 

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Adam,  the  fecond,  from  the  dult, 
Raifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

[5  By  the  rebellion  of  one  man, 
Thro'  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran  ; 
And  by  one  man's  obed'ence  aow 
Are  all  his  feed  made  right'ous  too. 
6  Where  fin  did  reign,  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life— thus  glor'ous  g-ace 
Reigns  thro*  the  Lord,  our  right'oufnefs. 

CXXV.    Chrifl's    Ccmpafpcn  to    the   weak   ana 
tempted,  Heb.iv.  15,  16,  cff  v. 9.  Mat>  vii.  20, 

1  II J  I  TH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

VV     Of  our  High  Prieil  above  j 
His  heart  is  made  of  rendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fyrnpathy   within, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame — 

He  knows  wha'  fore  temptations  mean* 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 
The  great  Redeemer  iiood  ; 

While  facan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  refift  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  Hem, 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 

And  in  his  meafare,  feels  arrefh 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

[5  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  fiax> 

But  raife  it  to  a  Haine..: 
The  brurfed  reed  he  r»£ver  breaks, 

Nor  fcorns  tne  mean  ,c  hame.] 

6  Then  letqarhambie  faith  addrefe 

His  mercy  ana  his  povv'r  -, 

We 


3o  H  Y  M  N-3     an»  B.  :'. 

We  mall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diftrefiing  hour* 

GXXVI.      Charity  and    Uncharitablenefs,  Rom; 
xiv.  17,  19.    1  Cor.  x.  32. 

i^TOT  diff'rent  food,  nor  different  drefs 
J^^    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord— • 
Bu*  peace,  and  joy,  and  right'oufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obeu'ence  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  chriftians  we  defpHe, . 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong  ; 

For  God,  the  gjac'ous  and  the  wife,- 
.Receives  the  feeble  with  the  ftrong. 

3  Let  Pride  and  wrath  be  banifh'd  hence  ; 
Meek'.iefs  and  love  our  fouSs  pufue  ; 

Nor  fhall  our  practice  give  offence 
To  faints,  the  Gentiie  or  the  Tew. 

CXXVII.    Chrift's  invitation  to  fiuners,  Mat.  xu 

1  *<  f^i  O  M  E  hither  all .)  e  weary  fouls, 

\_j  "  Ye  heavy-kden  firiners  come  ; 
<e  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils,, 
*<   And  raife  yoo-  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  "  They  fhall  find  reft  who  learn  of  rae  ;  . 
fS  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  5 

"  .But  paffion  rages  like  the  fea, 
"  And  pride  is  reftlefc  as  the  wind. 

3  "   Bled  is  the  man  whofe  fhculders  take. . 
•*  My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  ; 

ft   My  yoke  is  eafy  to  my  neck, 

"  My  grace  fhall  make  the.bu?:h"en  light." 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faiih,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Refign  ourfpirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

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CXXVIII,  The  ApoftU's  Commifilon>    Mark  xvi. 

15,  &c,    Matthew  xxviii.   18,  &c. 
I  "  f^O  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 

Vjf  "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
'•  He  fnall  be  fav'd  who  trulls  my  word, 
"  He  fhall  be  damn'd  who  won't  believe. 

[3  "  I'll  make  your  great  commiflion  kno\vn> 
*'  And  ye  mail  prove  my  gofpel  true, 
*'  By  all  the  works  which  I  have  done,. 
tc  By  all  the  wonders  ye  fnall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
"   Go,  call  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 

"  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  3fraid, 

*'  Tho  Greeks  reproach  and  Jews  blafpheme.J 

4  tc  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands — 
f<  I'm  with  you  till  the  world  (hall  end  ; 

<(  All  pow'r  is  trufied  in  my  hands, 
"  I  can  deftroy,  and  I  defend.'5 

5  He  fpake — and  light  fhone  round  his  head, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav'n  he  rode  ; 
They  to  the  fartheft  nations  fpresd 

The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

CXXIX.   Suhmijjlon  &  aeli<verancey  Gen.  xXn.  6; 

iQAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 

i3   Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  -, 
He  (hall  reftore  what  you  refigii, 
Or  grant  you  bleilings.  more  divine. 

2  So  Abra'm,with  obed'ent  hand, 
Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command  ; 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took^ 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  flroke. 

3  e{  Abra'm  forbear,  the  angel  cry'd, 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,,  thy  love  is  try'd  5 

"  Thy 


82  %  H  Y  M  N  S     akd  B.I. 

"  Thy  fon  fhall  live — and  in  thy  feed 
te  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bleft'indeed." 

4  Juft  in  the  laft  diftrefiing  hour 
The  Lorddifplays  deliv'ring  pow'r  ; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 
Where  we  (hail  fee  furprizing  grace. 

CXXX.  Lo-os  &  hatred,   Phi.  ii.  2.   Ep.  iv.  30. 

i*^Y  O  W  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

X%j    His  fnarp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints  5 
By  his  lall  groans,  his  dying  blood* 

1  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamor,  and  wrath,  and  war,  begone— 
Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceafe  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

3  The  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife  ; 
Why  fhouid  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
■Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts— 
Thro'  all  our  lives,  let  mercy  run  : 

So  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrix*,  his  Son. 

CXXXL   Thar  [fee  and   Public an ,  Lu.  xviii.    ic. 

1  TJ  E  HOLD  how  finners  difagree — 
JJ  The  Publican  and  Pharifee  ! 

Qne  doth  his   right 'oufncfs  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  mame, 

2  This  man  at  humble  d:ftance  ftands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  dudes  he  has  done. 

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3  The  Lord  their  dift  'rent  language  knows, 
And  difFrent  anfwers  he  bellows 

The  hnmble  foul,  with  grace  he  crowns, 
While  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  Dear  Father,  ]ci  me  never  be 
joinMwith  the  boafting  Pharifee  ; 

1  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 

But  plead  the  fuff 'rings  of  thy  Son. 

CXXXII.   Holinefs  and  Grace,   Tit.  ii.  io — 13. 

2  Q  °  *et  our  *'PS  anc*  ^ves  exprefs 
O  The  holy  Gofpel  we  prolefs  ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtue  fhine 

To  prove  the  doSrine  all  divine.—- 

2  Thus  fhall  we  bell:  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  w  thin 
And  grace  fubdues  thepovv'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  fiefh  and  fenfe  mu?f"  be  deny'd, 
Paffionand  envy,  \u£  and  pride  ; 
While  juilice,temp'rance,  truth  and  love. 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up, 
While  we  expeft -that  bleiTed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  our  Lord, 

.And  faith  (lands  leaning  on  his  word. 

CXXXni.    Love  and  Charity,  I  Cor.  xiii.  z—*7 
E  T   Pharifees,  of  high  efteem, 

g_j  Their  faith  and  zeal  declare  ; 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 

If  love  be  wanting  there. 
Z  Love  fuffers  long  with  patient  eve, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte  ; 
She  let*  the  -^relent  inj'ry  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

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{3  Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue; 
Hopes,  and  belives,  and  thinks  no  ill, 

Tho'  flic  endures  the  wrong.] 

[4.  She  nordefires,  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  (candals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  priue  on  thefe  below, 

Nor  envies  t-hofe  who  climb.] 

I   She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 

To  feek  her  neighbor's    good  ; 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 

And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  which  keeps  her  pow'r, 

In  realms  of  light  above.; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 

But  faints  for  ever  love. 

CXXX1V.   Rdigicn  vain  without   Love,  I  Cor- 
xiii.     1,   2,  3. 

1  T  T  AD  1  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 

[71    And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 
If  leve  be  abfent,  I  arn  found 
Like  tinkling  brafe  an  empty  found. 

2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
Ail  that  is  done  in  heav'n  and  heil. 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing,  without  love. 

3  Should  1  diftribute  alj  my  flore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  peer, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  matyr's  glor'cus  name — 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  Icve  to  men 
Ee  abient — ad  my  hope*  are  vain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  ncr  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fnlfil. 

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CXXXV.  The  love  of  Chri&Jhed  abroad  in  the 
Heart,  Eph.  iii.  16,  &c. 

1  /^lOME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwelj 
V>i  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  ; 

Then  mall  we  know,  and  talie  and  feel 
The  joys  which  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  ftrength, 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofTefs 

And  learn  the  heighth,  and  breadth,  and  length 

Of  thine  unmeafurable  grace. 

%  Now  to  the  God,  whofe  pow'rean  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wiihes  know, 

Be  everlafting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church,  thro'  Chrifi  his  Son. 

CXXXVI.  Sincerity  and  Hypocrify  ;  or  Formalit* 
in  WorJhip>  Jo.  iv.  23.  Pf.  exxxix,  23. 

2  /"^  O  D   is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife  ; 

Vj  He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  : 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 

And  leave  our  fouls  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth,  before  his  throne, 

With  honor  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 

Through  the  difguife  they  wear. 
Z  Jn#jr  lifted  eyes  falute  the  Ikies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  j 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice 

Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  foul  fin  cere  ; 
Then  mall  I  Hand  before  thy  face, 

And  find  acceptance  there. 

H  CXXXYII. 


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CXXXVII.  Salvation  by  Grace,  2  Tim.  1.9,  1®. 

1  ]VT  ®  W       lne  Pow,r°f  God  fupreme 
X%|    Be  evei  lading  honors  giv'n  ; 

He  faves  from  bell — (we  blefs  his  name) 
He  calls  our  vvand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  pur  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
4*nd  forms  a  people  for  his  praifc. 

3  'Twas  his  mere  pleafura  which  beguK 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  : 

He  gave  us  grace  in  Chrifl  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  itarry  Iky. 

4  Jefus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  Iaft, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known  ; 
.declares  the  great  tranfaftions  pair, 
And  brings  immortal  bleifmgs  down. 

5  He  dies — and*,  in  that  dreadful  night, 
£>id  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy 
Riling,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light, 
And  took  pofTeffion  of  the  joy. 

CXXXVIIT.     Saints   in    the   Hands   of  Chrift, 
John  x.    28,  29. 

1  T~p  IRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ilands, 
jP     My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  truft  ; 

if  1  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loii. 

2  Kis  honor  is  engag'd  to  fave 
The  meaneft  of  his  fhfrep  ; 

All  which  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
H'ts  hands  fe  ep. 

■■  death,  nor  bell  fhall  e*ef  remove 
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In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  mull  for  ever  reft. 

CXXXIX.  Hope  in  the  Covenant,  Heb.  vi.  17,19, ' 

1  TJ  O  W  oft  have  fin  and  fatan  ftrove 
j[j    To  rend  my  A;ul  from  thee,  my  Go»  3 

But  everUfting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jel'us  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
JoiS  to  confirm  the  wondr'ous  grace  5 
Sternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And'fHls  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife, 

3  A  mid  ft  temptations  fnarp  and  long, 
My  foal  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  flrong, 
While  tempefts  blow,  and  bilibw-^rife. 

4  The  gofpel  bears  ray  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  of  my  hope, 

In  oaths,  and  promifes,    and  blood. 

CXL.   A  living  and  a  dead  Faith,  collected  from 
federal  Scriptures. 

i  T\  ft  1ST  AKEN  fouls  !  who  dream  of  heav'n 

j_VX   ^n<^  ma^e  their  empty  boalt 
Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
While  they  are  flaves  to  lull. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
To  Chrift  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart; 
'Tis  faith  which  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

Hs  4.  'Tis 


S3  HYMNS     aki  B.I. 

4  JTis  faith  which  conquers  earth  and  hell, 
By  a  cceleftia!  pow'r  ; 

This  is  the  grace  which  (hall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

5  Faith  muft  obey  her  Father's  will, 
As  well  as  trufi:  his  grace  ; 

A  pard'ning  God  is  jealous  flill, 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

t>  When  from  the  curfe  he  fcts  us  free, 

He  makes  our  natures  clean  : 
!Nor  would  he  fend  his  Soh  to  be 

The  minifler  of  fin. 

7  His  fpirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  feah  our  peace  with  God  ; 
Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  came 

By  water  and  by  blood .  ] 

CXLI.  The  Humiliation  and  Exaltation  o/'Chrifr* 
Ifa.  liii.  i — 5,   io — 12. 

1  IT7HO  has  believ'd  thy  word, 
1        (V     Or  thy  falvation  known  ? 

Be  veal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  fon  ! 

2  The  Jews  efteem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief  : 

Sorrows,  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

g  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 
And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 
Sut  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay, 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne  ; 

4  'Twas  far  the  ftubborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
The  Gon  of  juftice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  beft-bsloved  Son. 

5  "  Bat 


E.L       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       tg 

5  Cf  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 
<£  And  make  his  kingdom  ftand  ; 
"  My  plea  fare,  (faith  the  God  of  Grace) 
"  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 
[6  «  His  joyful  foul  fball  fee 
'*  The  purchafe  of  his  pain  5 
€<  And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
"  The  guilty  fons  of  men.] 

7  '*  Ten  thoufand  captive  Haves* 
cs  Releas'd  from  death  and  (in, 
6i  Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves^, 
"  And  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 

[8  te  Heav'n  (hall  advance  my  Son 
**  To  joys  which  earth  deny'd  ; 
sc  He  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
"  And  bore  their  fins  and  dy'd."] 

CXLII.  The  fame,  La.  liii.  6 — 9,  I2» 

3    T    IKE  Iheep  we  went  aflray, 
1   j  And  broke  the  fold  of  God  ; 
Each  wand'rine  in  a  diff'rent  way, 
But  all—  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was- the  hour, 
Whesr  God  our  wand 'rings  laid — - 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeace  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glor?ous  was  the  grace, 
When  Chrift  fujftain'd  the  itroke  ! 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranfom  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  ; 

join'd  with  the  wicked,  in  his  death. 
And  made  as  yile  as  they. 

H 3  5  3^r 


$o  HYMNS     Akft  B.I. 

5  But  God  (hall  ra^fe  his  head 
O'er  all  the  ions  of  men, 

And  make  hirn  fee  a  num'rous  feed 
To  recempence  his  pain. 

6  "   I'll  give  him  (faith  the  Lord) 
"   A  portion  with  the  ftrong  ; 

"  He  (hall  pofleFs  a  large  reward, 
"  And  hold  his  honors  long.'* 

CXLIII.    Cbarafiers  of  the  Children  of  Goz , 

1    j\    S  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft, 

£\   To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  j 
So  faints,  with  joy,  the  gofpel  tafte, 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

[2  With  inward  gufl  their  heart  approve* 

All  which  the  word  relates  : 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 

And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

[3  Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth 

Can  make  them  flaves  to  luft  ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth, 

Nor  grovel  in  the  dufb 

4  Not  all  the  chains  which  tyrants  uie. 

Can  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
Faith,  like  a  conqu'ror,  can  produce 

A  thcufand  victories.] 

[5   Grace,  like  an  uncoirupted  {e&d9 

Abides,  and  reigns  within  ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 

The  fonsof'GoD  to  fin.] 
[6  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  fiave 

Do  they  perform  his  will  ;  ™ 

But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  jthey  have, 

His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They 


B.I.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       gi 

7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God,  within  the  veil  ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 

And  joys,  which  never  fail. 

S  O  happy  fouls  !  O  glor'ous  ilate 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  fo  near  their  Father's  feat, 

And  fee  his  lovely  face  ! 

9  Lord  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne- 
Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 

Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine  . 

*o  There  fhed  thy  choiceft  loves  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  ftrong  ; 
Then  mall  I  fav— My  Father,  God, 

With  an  unwav'ring  tongue. 

CXLIV 'The    <vjitnej/ing   and  fealing    Spirit  t 

Rom.  viii.  14,   16.  Eph.  i  13,  14, 

3  XX  T^  Y  mould  the  children  of  a  king 

VV       G°  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  defcend  and  bring 


Some  tokens  of  thy  grace  ! 

2  Doll  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints, 
And  feal  the  heirs  ofheav'n? 

When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints. 
And  iliew  my  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Affure  my  confcience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 

And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Tlp«  art  the  earneft  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  thy  foft  wings,  cceleit'al  Dove  ! 
Will  fafe  convey  me.  home. 

CXLY. 


92  HYMNS      an-»  B.  E 

CXLV.   Chrijl  and  Aaron,  taken  from  He.  vii.  9 

1  TESUS,  in  thee,  our  eyes  behold 
J    A  thouiaiid  glories  more 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  poiifh'd  gold 
The  Ions  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  T'hey  firft  their  own  burn  off  'rings  brought 
To  purge  themfelves  from  fin  ;. 

^Thj  hfe  wai  pure,   without  a /pot, 
Arid  all  thy  nature  clean* 

[3  Rrelh  blood,  as  conftant  as  the  day* 

Was  on  their  alter  fpilt  ; 
But  thy  one  offering  takes  away- 

For  ever,  all  our  guilt  ] . 

[4  Their  prierVnood  ran  thro'  fev'ral  handr 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ;. 
*Tb\  never  changing  office  Jl  an  di 

Eternal  as  thy  days.] 

[5   Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year* 

With  blood  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appear'd, 

Before  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chrijl,  by  his  own  powerful  blood? 

Ajcends  above  the  Jkies  ; 
jSntf,  in  the  prejence  oj  cur  God, 

Shows  his  own  fat rijic *.] 

j  Jefus,  the  Kmg  of  glory,  reigns 

On  Sion's  heav'nly  hill  -3 
Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain^. 

And  wears  his  pricflhocd  {till. 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 

Before  his  Father's  face  : 
Give  him,  my  foul,  thy  caufe  to  plead, 

Nor  dsubt  my  Faiher's  grace, 

CXLVL 


I.I.        SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        n 

CXLVI. — —CharaBers  of  Chrift. 

i  /^  O,  wcrlhip  at  Itnmanuel's  feet, 

VJT  See,  in  his  face,  what  wonder's  meet  i 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace. 

[2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 
But  fome  faint  fhadovvs  of  my  Lord  ; 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known* 
Mull  mingle  colours,  not  her  own.] 

[3  Is  He  compared  to  Wine  or  Bread  ? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  t 
That  flefti,  that  dying  blood  of  thine 
Is  bread  of  life — is  heav'nly  wine.] 

[4  Is  He  a  Tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation,  from  his  healing  leaves : 
That  right'ous  branch,  that  fruitful  bougk 
Is  David's  root,  and  offspring  too.] 

[c    Is  He  a  Rofe  ?  Not  maron  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  hes  fields  1 
Or  if  the  Lilly  he  a€ume, 
The  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume* 

[6  Is  He  a  Vine  ?  His  heav'nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  : 
O,  let  a  lafting  union  join 
My  foul  to  Chrift,  the  living  Vine  ! 

[7  Is  He  the  Head  ?  Each  member  Jives* 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ; 
The  faints  below,  and  faiEts  above, 
Join'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

[8  Is  He  a  Fountain?  There  I'll  bathe. 
And  heal  the  plague  of  fin  and  death  : 
Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 
And  cleartfe  my  fpotted  garments  too.] 


&i 


94  HYMNS     and  B.  h 

[9  Is  He  a  Fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  : 

But  the  true  gold  fuilains  no  lofs  : 

Like  a  refiner,  (hall  he  Tit — 

And  tread  the  refute  with  his  feet.] 

[10  Is  He  a  Rock  ?  Ho>v  firm  he  proves  1 

The  Rock  of  Ages  never  .T.cves  j 

Yet  the  fweet  fcrearns,  which  from  him  flow, 

Attend  us  all  the  defart  thro'.]' 

[11   Is  He >aWayf ;  He  leads  to  Geo  — 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I   walk,  with  hope  and  zeal, 
'Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill. 

[12  Is  He  a  Door  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 
Behold  the  paflures,  large  and  green  ! 
A  paradife — divinely  fair  ; 
None  t'll  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.] 
£13  Is  He  defigtfda  Corner  Si  one, 
For  men  to  huitd    heir  hiaifn  11  ton  f 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too  5; 
Nor  feai  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

[14  Is  He  a  Temple  P  I  adore 
Th'  indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  ; 
And  ftill  to  his  moil  holy  place, 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  my  face.] 

[15  Is  He  a  Star  ?-  He  breaks  the  night  ; 
Piercing  the  fnades  with  dawning  light  : 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright  the  Morning  Star.] 

[16  Is  He  a  Sun  ?  His  beams  are  grace— 
Hiscourfe  is  joy  and  right'oufnefs  : 
Nations  rejoice,  when  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears.] 

17  O  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  dries, 
Where  itorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  ! 

There 


I.I.        SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        95 

There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  mines,  and  reigns  th'  incarnate  God. 

18  Nor  earth,  norfeas,  nor  fun,  norftars, 
Nor  heav'n  his  full  refemblance  bears  -; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
5TiiI  we  beho1d  him  face  to  face. 

CXLVII. The  names    and  Titles   of  Chri£, 

[1  J'HPMS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word, 

Jl      I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  % 
Ner  art,   nor  nature  can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  ofmajefty. 

s  Bright  image  of  fhe  Father's  face^, 
Shining  with  undiminim'd  ravs  ; 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son— 
The  heir,  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings— The  Lord  moll  hig# 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  : 

He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd   ia  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can  neitEer  melt  nor  move, 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  Jove  ; 
Awakes  his  wrath,  without  delay, 

And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace,  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  affumes  ! 

Light  cf  the  world,  and  life  of  men  ; 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
He  ads  the  Mediator's  part  : 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
And  well  fulfils  the  name  he  wears. 

7  At  length,  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends, 
Divides  the  lebels  from  his  friends; 


96  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.L 

And  faints,  in  full  fruition,  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

CXLVIII.     The  fame. 

[i    \\7  I  TH  chearful  voice  I  fing 
VV     The  titles  of  my  Lord  5 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honor  from  his  word  ; 

Nature  and  art 

Can  ne'er  fupply 

Sufficient  forms 

Of   Majefty. 
z  In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glorous  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovely  rays  i 

Th'  eteinal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.] 

$    The  fov'reign  King  of  Kings, 
The  Lord  of  Lords  moft  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment,  and  his  thigh  :— * 

His  nime  is  call'd 

The  word  of  God  ; 

He  rules  the  earth 

With  iron  rod. 

A.  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
The  inj'ries  of  his  love  ; 
Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  !ions>  roar 
And  tear  the  prey. 

5  But 


I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS,       9? 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes-, 
What  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  affumes  : 

Light  of  the  world > 

And  life  of  men  5 

IS1  or  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 

3  Immenfe  companion  reigns 
In  our  Immanuel's  heart, 
When  he  defcends  to  a$: 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend   . 

And  brother  too  ; 

Divinely  kind, 

Divinely  true. 

j  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Jadge, 
His  awful  throne  afcends  ;  ' 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favorites  and  friends. 

Then  ILall  the  faints 

Complearly  prove 

The  heights  "and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 


L1X.   Offices  of  Chrift,  from  the  fcri piur ts« 

3     TCIN  all  the  name's  of  lore  andpow'r, 

J    Which  ever  men  or  angels  bore  ; 
All  2re  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
Or  itt  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 

2  But  Of  what  condescending  ways 
He  takes,  to  teach  his  heav'niy  grace  ! 
My  eyesi  with  joy  and  frontier,  fee 
it  forms  of  love  he  fcgars  for  me. 

1  V  1  Th? 


93  HYMNS     an3  B.I. 

3  The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  fhnds 
"With  his  commiffion  in  his  hands  ; 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne 
To  make  the  great  falvation  known. 

4  Great  Prophet,  let  me  blefs  thy  name  1 
By  thee,  the  joyful  tidings  came, 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,  of  fin  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav'n., 

5  My  bright  example,  and  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  fide  5 

0  let  me  never  run  affray, 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd — he' mail  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among  his  fheep  ; 
He  feeas  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names, 
And,  in  his  bofom,  bears  the  lambs. 

7  My  furery  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father's  broken  laws  '? 
Behold,  my  foul,  it  freedom  fet  ! 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 

S  Jefus,  my  great  High-Prieft,  has  dy'd*— 

1  feek  no  iacrifice  befjde  ; 

His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

q  My  Advocate  appears  on  high — 
The  Father  lays  his  rhunder  by  : 
3tfot  all  that  earth  or  bell  can  fay 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away. 

10  My  Lord,  my  Ccnqu'ror,  and  my  King, 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fwerd  I  fing  ; 
Thine  is  the  vicl'ry,  and  I  fit 

A  joyful  Aibjecl  ac  thy  feet. 

11  Afpire,  my  foul,  to  glorGus  deeds— 
The  Captain  of  Salvation  leads  ; 

Msrcji 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       99 

March  on — nor  fear  to  win  the  day, 

Tho5  death  and  hell  obftrucl  the  way. 

12  Should  death  and  hell,  andpow'rs  unknown 

Put  all  their  forms  of  mifchief  on  ; 

I  mall  be  fafe — for  Chrift  displays 

Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways. 

■  ■  •    CL. — <Tbe  fame,'        <* 

1  TOIN  all  the  glor'oas  names 
Jp    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r 
Which  ever  mortals  knew, 
Which"  angels  ever  bore  ; 

All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  fet 
My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O,  what  gentle  terms, 
What  condescending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe, 

To  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  I 
Mine  eyes,  with  joy 
Asd  wonder,  fee 
"What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 

3  Array'd  in  mortal  flem, 
He  like  an  angel  (lands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons,  in  his  hands.' 

Commifiion'd  from 
His  Father's  throne* 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known. 

4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tonga€^4aoiild--b1efs  thy  name  ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  falvation  came  ; 

1 2  Thp 


oo  HYMNS    ak»  B.II> 

The  joyful  news 
Of  fins  forgiv'n, 
Of  hell  fubdu'd, 
And  peace  with'heav'n  ! 

5  Be  thou  my  Counfcllor, 
My  pattern,  and  my  guide, 
And  thro5  this  defert  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

O  let  my  feet 
Ne'er  run  aftray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  leek 
The  crooked  way  ! 

6  I  love  my  (hepherd's  voice.; 
His  watchful  eye  fhall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  Iheep  : 

He  feeds  his  flock, 

He  calls  their  names, 

His  bofom  bears 

The  tender  lambs. 
;   To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  i  commit  my  caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  a«d  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  laws, 

Behold  my  foul 

At  freedom  fet 

My  Surety  paid 

The  dreadful  debt. 

8  Jefus,  aiy  great  High- Pried, 
OiFer'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd— 
My  guilty  confeience  feeks 
No  i'acrifice  befide. 
His  pow'rful  blood 
Did  once  atone  ; 
And  now  it  pleads 
i    s>re  the  throne. 

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9  My  advocate  appears 
For  my  defence,  on  high  j 
The  Father  bows  his  ears,, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by» 

Not  all  which  hell 

Or  fin  can  fay, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away . 

so  My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King*- 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  fing* 

Thrae  is  the  pow'r— 

Behold  I  fit 

In  willing  bonds,. 

Beneath  thy  feet. 

hi  Now  let  my  foul  arife, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  5, 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth. 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Tho'  death  and  hell 

Obftruft  the  way. 

12  Should  all  the  hods  ofdeath> 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  moft  dreadful  forma 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  £ 

I  mail  be  lafe— 

For  Chrift  difplays- 

Superior  pow'r, 

And  guard'an-grace. 

End  of  the  First  Boor, 

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BO     OK        II. 

COMPOSED     ON 

DIVINE  SUBJECTS; 


I.  A  Jong  of  Praife  to  Go  d  from  America, 
i  XTAture,  with  all  her  pow'rs  Xhall  fing 

X/^t   God  the  Creator,  and  the  King  : 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  feies,  nor  feas, 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

3  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known, 
Ye  Seraphs,  who  fit  near  his  throne  ; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  /pread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  urmoft  bound. 

3  All  mortal  tkings,  of  meaner  frame, 
Exert  your  force,  and  own  hi*  name  ; 
Whilft,  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voice*. 
We  fing  his  honors,  and  our  joys. 

4  To  Him,  be  facred  all  we  hare, 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  ; 
Our  lips  (nail  his  loud  wonders  tell, 
And  ev'ry  word-^i  miracle. 

5  This  weilern  world,  our  native  land-, 
Lies  fafe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  vicVry  dream  in  vain, 
And  make  the  captivating  chain. 

6  He  builds  for  Liberty  a  throne, 
And  makes  it  graiious,  like  his  own  ; 

Makea 


104  HYMNS     and  B.H. 

MakeS  our  fuccefiive  rulers  kind, 
And  gives  our  dangers  to  the  wind, 

7  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 
To  him  who  thunders  thro*  the  flcy, 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown, 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 

8  Pillars  of  lafting  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honors  of  the  God  of  war, 

o  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftieft  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  ;• 
Zion  pronounce,  with  warraeftjoy, 
Hofannas  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

io  Yet,  mighty.  God,  our  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 
The  ftrongeft  notes  which  angels  raife, 
JPaint  in  the  worlhip  and  the  praife. 

II. The  Death  of  a  Sinner,— 

L  ]l  jfY  thoughts  on  awful  fubje&s  to\U 

1 VJL  Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 

Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Lingering  about  thefe  mortal  mores, 
She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 

'Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force. 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away  ! 

3  Thenfwift  and  dreadful  fhe  defcendV 
Down  to  the  fiery  coaft  ; 

Among  abominable  fiends, 
Herfelf  a  frightful  ghof. 

4  There  endlefs  crouds  of  finners  lie, 
And  darknefs  makes  their  chains  5 

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Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry — 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguifii,  and  their  blood, 
For  their  old  gailt  atones  ; 

Nor  the  companion  of  a  God 
Shall  harken  to  their  greans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  which  kept  my  breath,- 
Nor  bid  my  loul  remove, 

'Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 

III.   The  death  and  kurial  of  a  Saint* 

J  X  X  7  H  Y  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  I 
VV     Or  fhake  at  death's  alarms  ? 

'Tis  bat  the^oice  which  Jefus  fends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms, 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 
As  fall  as  time  can  move  ? 

Nor  would  we  wifh  the  hours  more  flow 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  fhould  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

There  the  dear  flefh  of  Jefus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume, 

4  The  graves  of  ail  his  faints  he  blefs'd., 
And  foft'ned  ev'ry  bed  : 

Where  fhould  the  dying  members  rell, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcending  high, 
And  fhew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  foul  mall  'fly, 
At  the  great  riling  day, 

%>  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found, 
And  bid  our  kindred  rife  ; 

Awake 


io6  HYMNS     and  B.  If. 

Awake  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  Taints  afcend  the  ikies. 

IV.   Salvation  in  the  Crc/s. 

1  TJ  ERE,  at  thy  crcfs,  my  dying  God, 

[""!  I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love  j 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  bleod, 
jefcs,  nor  mall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Not  all  which  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  a.id  lightning  in   their  eyes — 
Nor  hell,  fhould  fright  my  foul  away,    ' 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  hence., 
Mcvelefs  and  firm,  this  heart  fhould  lie; 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  laft  defence) 

If  I  rnufc  perifh — here  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear^ 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  (hade  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  flrike  me  here, 
Nor  fatan  dare  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes — I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  fees  (hall  loofe  their  aim  : 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God  ! 

And  my  belt  honors  to  his  name. 

V.   Longing  to  praife  Chrift  letter* 

iT    ORD,  when  my  tho'ts  with  wonder  roll 

X_j  O'er  the  (harp  forrows  of  thy  foul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Kepair'd  and  honor'd  by  the  crofs  : 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
VanquihVd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine, 
And  fee  the  man,  who  groan'd  anddy'd, 
Sit  slor'ous  by  his  Father's  fide— 


3  My 


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3  My  pafficns  rife,  and  foar  above — 

I'm  wiug'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love  ; 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
.And  leara  the  notes  which  Gabriel  iings. 

4  Bat  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
For  want  of  their  immortal  ftrains  ; 

And,  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe, 
Falls  far  below  my  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  molt  appear* 
When  we  mall  leave  thefe  bodies  here    ; 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay — and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky. 

VI-     A  Morning  Song, 

1  /"^.  N  C  E  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day 
\J   Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ; 

Once  more,  my  vcnce,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rolls  the  fides. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 
The  day  renews  the  found, 

Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits 
To  turn  the  feafons  round, 

3  'Tis  he  fupports  my  mortal  franie, 
My  tongue  mail  fpeak  ais  praife  ; 

My  fins  would  rouze  his  wrath  to  flame-— 

And  yet  his  <wratb  delays  ! 
£4  Os  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne*er  withstand  ; 
Thy  jufdce  might  have  cruiVd  me  dead, 

But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

£  A  thoufand  wretched  fouls  are  fled 

Since  the  lafi  fetting  fun, 
And  yet  thou  length'neft  out  my  thread, 

And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine 
While  I  eDjoy  the  light  ; 


Thes 


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jo8  HYMNS     and  B.  IL 

Then  {hall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleafmg  night. 

VII.     An  Evening  Song. 

i  THREAD  Sov'reigtv,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 

jL*  Like  holy  incenfe  rife  5 
Affiit  the  oiP  rings  of  my  tongue 

To  reach  the  lofty  fkies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 
Thy  hand  was  flill  my  guard  ; 

And  ftilJ,  to  drive  my -wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpet'al  bleiSngs  from  above 
Inoompafs  me  around, 

But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  "What  have  I  done  for  him  who  dy'd 
To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 

How  are  my  follies  multiply'd, 
Fait- as  my  minutes  roil  i 

$  Lord,  with  this  euiky  heart  of  mine. 

To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  reugn, 

To  be  leaew'd  by  Thee. 

i)  Spriakled  afrefh  withpard'ning  blooc 

I'd  lay  me  down  to  reft  ; 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  mr  Saviour's  breait. 

YI1I.     A  Hymn  for  Morning  cr  Evening* 

*■  TTOSANNA,  with  a  chearful  found, 

To  God's  upholding  hand  ; 
Ten  tboufaad  fnares  attend  us  round, 
And  yet  fecure  we  (land  ! 

2  That  was  a  moft  amazin?  pow'r,     ' 
Which  rais'd  us  with  a  ward  $ 

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And  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  reds  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 

We  wake — and  we  admire  the  bed 
Which  was  not  made  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifing  morning  can't  allure 
That  we  (hall-  end  the  day  ! 

For  death  ilands  ready  at  the  door 
To  fnatch  our  lives  away. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 
To  God's  revenging  laws  ; 

We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

6  God  is  our  Tun,  whofe  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  fafety  brings  ; 

Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

IX.  Godly  fcrrow  arijing  from  Chri&'s Juj/firfags> 
i     ALAS!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 

J\  And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  thatfacred  head 

For  fuch  a  worm  as  I  ? 

{2  Thy  body  (lain,  Tweet  Jefus,  thine~ 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood — 
While,  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glor'ous  fuff'rer  flood  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  I  had  dons 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  lcve,  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide* 
And  mut  his  glories  in, 

K  Whca 


iio  HYMNS     and  B.  If. 

When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd 
For  man,  the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus,  might  I  hide  my  bluihing.face 
While  this  dear  crofs  appears, 

Diflblve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 

Here  Lord,  I  give  myfelf  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

X.     Parting  nvitb  Carnal  Joys. 

1  1\/TY  foul  for  fakes  her  vain  delight,, 
JtVjL   And  bids  the  world  farewell  5 

Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  thy  feet, 
And  mifchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  love, 
Nor  feek  your  friendmip  more  ; 

The  happinefs,  which  I  approve, 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 
Which  fuits  my  large  defire  ; 

To  boundlefs  joy,  and  folid  mirth, 
My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

[4  Where  pleafure  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  fin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God* 

And  fit  to  chear  the  mind. 

5  Th'  almighty  ruler  of  the  fphere, 
The  glor'ous  and  the  great, 

Brings  his  own  ail-fumcience  there, 
To  mate  our  blifs  com  pleat.] 

6  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  Iieav'niy  road  : 

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B.  II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,      in 

There  fits  my  fav'our  drefs'd  in  love— 
And  there— my  failing  God. 

__XI.- The  fame. 

1  y  SEND   the  joys  of  earth  away— 
JL   Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  j 

Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea, 
And  empty  as  the  whirVling  wind. 

2  Your  ftrearas  were  floating  me  alorig 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  defpair  ; 
And,  while  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 
Your  ftreams  had  e'en  convey'd  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
Which  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs ; 
Which  drew  me  from  thofe  treach'roua  feasa 
And  bid  me  feek  superior,  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  mining  realms  r.bove 

1  ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes  * 

0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  ikies  ! 

£  There,  from  the  bofomof  my  God^ 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafures  roll  ; 
There  would  1  fix  my  latf  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

XII.    Chrift  is  the   Subftance  of  the  Levitical 

Prufibood. 

1  "~f~**  H  E  true  Meffiah  now  appears  ; 

|       The  types  are  all  withdrawn  : 
So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  liars 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

2  No  fmoakmg  fweets,  no  bleed ingjambsj 
No  kid  nor  bailock  flain  : 

Incenfe  and    pice  of  coilly  names, 
Wcuid  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

K  2  3  Aaron 


nz  HYMNS      AN»  B.  tt, 

3  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 
His  mitre  and  his  veit, 

When  God  himfelf  coiries  down  to  be 
The  off'ring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefh,  to  mow 
The  wonders  of  his  love  'r 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  Father,  he  cries,  forgive  their  fins, 
For  1  my/elf  have  dy'd  ; 

.And  then  he  mows  his  open  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

XIII.     The  Creation,    Prefer  vat  ion,    Diffohiion^ 
and  Reft oration  of  this  Worla. 

1  jCING  t0  tne  Lord,  who  built  the  fkies, 

"  ij  The  Lord,  who  rear'd  this  ilately  frame  ; 
Leu  all  the  nations  found  his  praife, 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  ::ame. 

2  He  form'd  the  feas,  and  fram'd  the  hills,. 
Tvlade  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  dull — 
>La<ure  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  pufVd  them  into  motion  firit. 

3  Now,  from  his  jjigh  imper'al  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  trpon  the  fpheres  ; 
He  bids  the  mining  orbs  roil  on, 

And  round  he  turns  the  hafly  years. 

4  Thus  fhall  this  moving  engine  lail 
'Till  all  his  faints  are  gacher'd  in  ; 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blall 
To  make  it  all  to  dull  again  ! 

r   Yet*  when  the  found  mall  tear  the  ikies,. 
And  light^plgs  burn  the  globe  below— 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
t's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth. for  you. 

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XIV.  Lord's  Day  :  or,  Delight  in  Ordinances, 

VV    Which  faw  the  Lord  arife  j 
Welcome,  to  this  reviving  breanV 
And  thefe  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near, 
And  feafts  his  faints  to-day  ; 

Here  we  may  fit,  and  fee  him  here; 
And  love,  and  praife  and  pray* 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 
Where  my  dear  God  has  been* 

Is  fweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurabte  fin. 

4  My-willing  foul  would  flay  • 
In  fuch.a  frame  as  this  ; 

And  fit,  and  fing  hcrfclf  away 
To  everlafting  blifs, 

XV.  The  Enjoyment  ^Chrifl. 

I  "f^  A  R  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world  be  gone*3 

JP    Let  my  religious  hours  alone  i 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee— 

1  wait  a  vifit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles,  withintenfe  defire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  "my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

[3  The  trees  of  life,  immortal  ftand 
In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand  ;  1 

And,  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  &&&#££?* 
Rivers  of  blifs  perpet'al  glide.    •;  ^*  *  w 

4  Hafte  then — but  with  a  fmiling  facfc-* 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace<^ 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divine, 
And.  chear  my  heart  with  facredlvine,] 

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5  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  {"weet  thy  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafle  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

6  Hail  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee,  thy  Fathers  glories  mine  ; 
Thou  brightest,  fweeteit,  fairefl  One, 
Whom  eyes  have  feen,  or  angeis  known  ! 

XVL     Pari  thefecond. 

i  T    ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 

JL^  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face* 
And  lights  our  paffions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 

-i  When  I  can  fay — My  God  is  mine^ 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  mine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  the  earth  calls  good  cr  great. 

3  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs, 
Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  avvay, 
A  long,  an  everlafting  day. 

4  Well — we  fhall  quickly  pafs  the  night 
To  the  Fair  coaft  of  perfect  light  ; 
Then  fhall  our  joyful  femes  rove 

O'er  the  dear  Object  of  our  love. 

[5  There  mall  we  drink  full  drafts  of  blifs,. 

And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 

Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow 

A  drop  of heav'n  on  worlds  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand 
While  weuHfs  through  this  barron  land  ; 
And,  in  thy  temple,  let  us  fee 
A  glympfe  of  love,  a  glympfe  of  Thee.] 

XVIL 


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XVII.— God's  Eternity 

1  JJ  I  S  E,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground;, 
J\.  Stretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad  ; 

And  roufe  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  praife  th'  eternal  God. 

2  Long  e'er  the  lofty  ikies  were  fpread> 
Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne  ; 

E'er  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
The  Maker  liv'd  alone. 

3  His  boundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe^ 
But  ftill  maintain  their  prime; 

Eternity's  his  dwelling  place— 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While,  like  a  tide,  our  minutes  flow* 
The  prefent  and  the  paft  ; 

He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW,. 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  fea  and  fky  muft  perifh  too* 
And  vaft  deitru&ion  come  ; 

The  creatures,  look,  how  old  they  grow> 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom  1 

6  Well — let  the  fea  (hrink  alt  away, 
And  flame  melt  down  the  fkies, 

My  God  fhall  live  an  endlefs  day, 
When  th*  old  creation  dies. 

XVIII.     The  Mlnijlry  of  Angels. 

1  TT  I  G  H  on  a  hill  of  dazz'iing  light 
2.  JL  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat,. 

And  troops  of  angels,  itretch'd  for  flight, 
Stand  waiting  at  his  awful  feet. 

2  *r  Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel  go— 
"  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  ; 

•*   Make  hafte,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 
tc  Sing  and  proclaim— /&  Saviour  come." 

2  Here 


u6  HYMN  S     and  B.  II. 

3  Here-  a   bright  fquadron  leaves  the  fkies. 
And  thick  around  Elilha  ftands  ; 

Anon  a  heav'nly  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  O  God  of  hofts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  ;. 
Here,  we  are  failing  to  thy  coafls, 

Let  angeh  be  our  convoy  too, 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord  ? 
At  thy .command  they  go  and  come  ; 
With  chearfu!  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children. to  thy  home. 

XIX>   Our  frail  Bodies,  and  God  cur  Preferver*. 

1  T    E  T  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
\^j  Nor  death,  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Frefti  as  the  grafs,  our  bodies  ftand— ° 
And  fiourifh  bright  and  gay  ; 

A  blading  wind  fweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fpririgs, 
And  dies,  if  one  be  gone  : 

Strange  !   that  a  harp,  of  thoufand  firings, 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame-~ 
The  God  who  built  us  iirft  ; 

Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
That  rear'd  us  from  the  duft, 

5.  He  fpake — and  {trait  our  hearts  and  brains* 

In  all  their  motions  rofe  ; 
«'■  Let  blood,  faid  he,Jloiv  round  the. veins," 

And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

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6  While  we  have  breath,  or  ufe  our  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  move3  our  heaving  lungs, 

Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 

XX.  Bachjll  dings   and  Returns.-— - 

i  \T  7*  H  Y  is  my  heart  To  far  from- thee- 

VV     Mv  Gooi  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 

With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 
[2  Why'  &ould  my  foolifH  pafiions  rove  I 

Whers  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 

As  I  have  found  in  thee  f] 

3  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 
The  favor  of  thy  grace, 

My  heart  prefuraes  I  cannot  loofe 
The  relifh  all  my  days. 

4  But  e'er  one  neeti  ng  hour  is  pai!*, 
The  flatt'ring  workl  employs 

Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafle^ 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

[3   Trifles  of  nature,  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  hearty 

And  thruft  thee  from  my  arms, 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  foul 

That  f  fhould  lofe  thee  fo  ; 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affeclioas  roil' 

Which  let  a  Saviour  go  : 

[7  Sin's  promis'd  joys  are  tu/n'd  to  pain,. 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief  ; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 

He  flies  to  my  relief  I 

8  Seizing 


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nS  HYMN  S     and  B.I 

3  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprize. 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  companion's  in  his  eyes, 

And  pardons  in  his  hand.] 

[9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus  ! 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight  ! 
Let  me  be  fafteo'd  to  thy  crofs, 

Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.] 

[10  Make  ha-fte,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 

My  God,  my  Saviour's  bread  ! 

XXI.   A  Jong  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer* 

1  X    ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
\_j  Of  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove  : 

But  the  fweet  theme  which  moves  my  tongue, 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

2  Behold,  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell    ' 
How  the  black  gu'ph,  where  fataa  lies, 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell  ! 

3  How  juftice  frown'd,  and  vengeance«floo(J 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  fon  propos'd  hvs  blood, 
And  heav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  again. 

4  Ion"  lite  Lover,   gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honors  giv'n    : 
Thy  wond'rous  name  lhall  beador'd, 
Round  the  wide  eartii  and  wider  heav'n. 

XXII.   With  God  is  terrible  Majejiy. 
I  -^T^fiRRiBLE  God,  wh9  reign'ft  on  high, 

X      How  awiul  is  thy  thund'ring  haad  ! 
Thy  rkry  bolts,   how  fierce  they  fly   ! 
l^or  can  all  earth,  or  hell  withitand, 

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jjJb.II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,      iip 

2  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 
And  fatan  fell  benearh  thy  frown  : 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through, 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down, 

3  This  Sodom  felt — and  feels  it  ftill— 
And  roars  beneath  th*  eternal  load  : 

|  With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ? 

4  Tremble,  ye  finners,  and  fubmit ; 
Throw  down  your  arms  upon  his  throne  : 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 

Or  his  ftrong  hand  (hail  crulh  you  down. 

5  And  ye,  blefs'd  faiets,  who  love  him  too, 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
Thus  ail  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 

God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

XXIII.  The  fight  of  Go  ^  and  Chriji  in  Heaven* 

1  T""\Escend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
JL/  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings  ; 

And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above, 
The  reach  of  th.e.fe  infer'or  things .: 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  fey, 
Up,  where  eternal  ages  roll  ; 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immonal  feaU  the  foul. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  p.ieafmg  fight, 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  I 

There  fits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloath'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand, 
And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall  ; 
The  God  mines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  (heds  fweet  glories  on  them  all  ! 

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5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps,  they  fing  ; 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heavily  hill. 

And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  mall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear- 
That  I  fhall  mount,  to  dwell  above  ; 

And  ftand,  and  bow  before  them  there, 
And"  view  thy  face,  and  ling,  and  love  ? 

XXIV.  The  Evil  of  Sin  <vifible  in  the  fall  cf 
Angels  and  Men. 

1  \HF^^  the  &reat  Builder  archM  tne  &iess 

V V     And  form's!  all  nature  with  a  word  $ 
The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  throne  ador'd. 

2  High,  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  arch-angel  fat  ; 
'"Among  the  morning  (tars  he  fung, 
'Till  fin  deftroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 

{3  'Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne^ 
Grov'ling  in  fire,  the  rebel  lies  ; 
•f-  How  art  thou  junk  in  darknefs  denvn, 
Sen  of  the  morning,  from  tbefkies. 

4  And  thus  our  two  fir  ft  parents  ftood, 
'Til!  fin  defil'd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden,  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 

5  So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r, 
And  fpread  deftruclion  all  abroad  ; 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name,  which  in  one  hour, 
Spoil'  d  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Trerrble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief. 
That  fuch  a  foe  mould  feize  thy  breaft  ; 

Fly 

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B.II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      i2] 

Ply  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief  ; 

Oh  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  gueft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  viclor'ous  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouts  fhall  rife  ; 
Thine  everlafting  arm  we'll  fing, 
For  fin,   the  monfter.,  bleeds  and  dies. 

XXV.     Complaining  of  Spiritual  Sloth, 

1  T\  IT  Y  drowfy  pow'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  ? 
J.VA   Awake,  my  fluggiih  foul  ! 

Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do  ; 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  The  little  ancs,  for  one  poor  grain*  ] 
Labour,  and  tag,  and  ftrive  ; 

Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  to  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  £ands, 
And  liars  their  courfes  move  ; 

We,  for  whofe  guard,  the  angel-bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

4  We,  for  whom  Go©  the  Son  came  down, 
And  laboured  for  cur  good  ; 

How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown. 
He  purchas'd  with  his  blood  i 

5  Lord  mall  we  live  fo  fluggiih  ftill, 
And  never  acl:  our  parts  r 

Come,  holy  dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill. 
And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts  ! 

6  Then  fhall  our  active  fpirits  move, 
Upward  our  fouls  (hall  rife  : 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

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XXVI.  God  invifible. 

1  T    ORP,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind, 
fj   j  We  can't  behold  thy  bright  abode  ; 

0  !   'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind 

To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to  God. 

i  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  iky, 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone  ; 
"Where  neither  wings,  nor  fouls  can  fly, 
Nor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infufTerably  bright  ; 

And  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Substantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glor'cus  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
.Look  thro-jgh ,  and  chear  us  from  above  i 
Bevond  our  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
Yet  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 

XXVII.     Praife  ye   htm,    all  his    Angeh. — i — 
Pfaim  cxiviii.   2. 

1  4T~~^  O  D  :   the  eternal  awful  name, 
\J  That  the  whole  heav'n !y  army  fears, 

Which  makes  the  wide  creation's  frame. 
And  fatan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervauts  are, 
And  light  (jarroupils  his  dwelling-place  ; 
But,  O  ye  fiery  flarres,  declare 

The  brighter  g'ojies  of  his  face. 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  wc, 
To  fpeak  lb  infinite  a  thing  ; 

But  your  immortal  eves  furvey 

The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  ftiews  his  fmiling  face, 
And# clothes  ail  heav'n  in  bright  array  ; 

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Triumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
And  Tongs  eternal  as  the  da;y. 

5   Speak — (for  you  feel  his  burning  love) 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  thro'  all  your  frame  ; 
That  iacred  fire  dwells  all  above, 
For  we  on  earth  have  loll  the  name.- 
[6  Sing  of  his  pow'r  and  juflice  too, 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
Which  vanquim'd  fatan  and  his  crew, 
When  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.} 
7  What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts 
Were  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 
What  deadly  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Fafh  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  ! 

[8  Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hofl  p 
You  who  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  flood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  fo. 
o  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  fkie?, 
Let  ev'ry  diftant  nation  hear7; 
And,  while  you  found  his  lofty  praife, 
Lee  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

XXVIII.    Death  and  Eternity. 

i  QTOOP  down,  my  tho'ts,  which  ufe  to  rife, 

sT3   Converfe  awhile  with  death  : 
Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  Kis  quiv'ring  lip  hangs  feeble  down, 
His  pulfes  faint  and  hw  : 

Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu, 

3  But  Oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies  ! 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 

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124  HYMNS     and  E.  II. 

Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way  ! 

4  Up  to  the  coum  where  angels  dwell, 
It  mounts  triumphing  there  ; 

Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair  ! 

5  And  muft  my  body  faint  and  die  ! 
And  mufl  this  foul  remove  ? 

Oh,  for  fome  guard'an  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  fafe  above  ! 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 
My  naked  foul  1  truft  ; 

And  my  flefh  waits  for  thy  command,  * 

To  drop  into  the  duft. 

H.yLYXi—'Ridsmption  by  Price  and  Power. 

1  TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J    My  tongue  would  bear  her  part  ; 

"Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 
And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefs'd  be  the  lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  b'cod, 

And  quench'd  his  father's  flaming  fword 
In  his  own  vical  biood. 

3  The  lamb  that  freed  my  capti?e  foul 
From  fatan's  heavy  chains, 

And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  giory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never  ceafmg  praife, 

While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 

XXX.     Heavenly  ^oy  on  Earth. 

[i  f~\  O  M  E,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 

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Join  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord, 
And  thus  furround  the  throne* 

2  Let  forrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banifli'd  from  the  place  ; 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 

To  make  our  pleafure's  lefs.  J 

3  Let  thofe  refule  to  fihg- 
Who  never  knew   our  God  5 

But  fav'rites  of  th'  heav'nly  King 
Should  fpeak  their  joys  abroad, 

[4  The  God  who  roles  on  high;. 
And  thunders  when  he  p)eafe? 
Who  rides  upon  the  ftormy  iky, 
And  manages  the  feas.l 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours. 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

He  mall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rs 
To  carry  us  above, 

6  There  we  mall  fee  his  face. 
And  never,  never  fin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endlefs  pleafares  in, 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  immortal  ftate, 

The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  bills 
Should  c«nftant  joys  create. . 

[5  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below, 
Czeleftial  fruits  on  eartMy  ground* 
From  faith  and  hope,  may  grow, 

9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 
before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields,. 
Of.  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 

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JU6  HYMNS    an©  $.11. 

10  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  lmman'el's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 
XXXI.—  Chrift's  Prefence  makes  Death  eajy* 

WH  Y  mould  we  ftart,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  I 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  eater  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  ftrife, 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  fhrink  back  again  to  life, 

Pond  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  I  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet. 
My  foul  mould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafte, 
Fly,  fearlefs,  through  death's  iron  gate. 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhc  pafs'd. 

4  Jefuscan  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
"While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 

XXXII.     Frailty  and  Folly, 

i  TJ  O  W  fhort  and  hafly  is  our  life  ! 

£  \    How  vaft  our  fouls'  affair*  ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  drive 

To  lavifh  out  their  years, 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along. 
Without  a  moments  flay  ; 

Juft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong, 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  home, 
But  we  march  heedlefs  on  ; 

And,  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

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4  How  we  deferve  the  deeped  hell, 
Who  flight  the  joys  above  ! 

What  chains  of  vengeance  fhould  we  fee!, 
Who  break  fuch  coids  of  love. 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace* 
And  lift  oar  thoughts  on  high, 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  fee  faivation  nigh. 

XXXII!.     The  bleffed  Society  in  Heaven, 

1  T"%    A  I  S  E  thee,  ray  foul,  fly  up,  and  run-, 

j^^  Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nl/  Itreet, 
And  fay — there's  nought  below  the  fun, 

That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

[2  Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wingsa 

And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  might'eft  things, 

Shall  tempt  our  meanefi  love.] 

3  There,  on  a  high,  majeftic  throne, 
Th'  almighty  Father  reigns, 

And  medt  his  glor'ous  goodnefs  dew* 
On  all  the  blifsful   plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  Saviour  iats3 
And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 

No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights* 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidft  thofe  ever-ffrining  ikies 
Behold  the  facred  Dove  I 

While  banifn'd  fin,  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glor'ous  tenants  of  the  place 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 

And  faints,  and  feraphs,  ling  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three-One. 

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328  HYMNS      ani  B.  If. 

[7  But,  O,  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace, 

Traufport  them  all  the  while  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fmiles  from  Jefus'  face, 

And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile  ! 

8  Jefus,  and  when  mall  that  dear  day, 

That  j  yfu'  hour  appear, 
When  I  mall  leave  this  houfeof  clay, 

To  d\*ell  among  them  there  ?■ 

XXXIV.— Breathing  after- the  Holy  Spirit. 

3  fr~>\  OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
\^j  With  all  thy  quick'niag  pow' rs, 

ICindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below* 
Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys ! 

Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys, 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  Tongs, 
In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 

Hofanna's  languifh  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies* 

4  Dear  Lord  '.  and  (hall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 

Our  love  fo  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  .? 

5  Come,  Hnly  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 

Come,  fried  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  fhall  kindle  ours. 

XXXV.  Praife  to  God  for  creation  &  redemption. 

1  T    E  T  them  neglett  thy  glory,  Lord, 

JLv  Who  never  knew  thy  grace  ; 
But  our  loud  long  fhall  ftil!  record 

The  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

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MI.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      129 

1  We  raife  our  (houts,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 
All  glory  to  th'  united  Three, 
'    The  undivided  One. 
%  'Twas  He,  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

Who  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
Tis  He  reftor'd  our  ruin'd  frame  : 

Salvation  to  the  Lord  I 

4  Hofanna!  lee  the  earth  and  fkies 

Repeat  the  joyful  found  ; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflecT:  the  voice 

In  one  eternal  round. 

XXX VI.      Ch rill's  Intercejpotu 

,  WJ  ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
\y     T'  appear  before  a  Gob, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood, 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now,. 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ;• 
If juftice  calls  for  finners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  (hews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  humble  fuit  he  moves  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 

And  looks,  and  (miles,  and  loves, 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 
Our  Maker's  honor  fing  : 

jefus,  thePrieft,  receives  our  fongs, 
And  besrs  them  to  the  King. 
[5  We  bow  before  his  face, 
And  found  his  glorieg  high  ; 
<*  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace 
<f  Who  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

§  "  On. 


s3o  H  Y  M  N  S     and  Bvf[. 

6  "  On  Earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
*'  And  triumphs  all  above  ; 
£(  Eat,  Lord,  how  weak  oar  mortal  {trains 
(e  To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 

[7  ri  How  jarring,  and  how  low 
"   Are  all  the  notes  we  tmg  ! 
ee  Sweet  Saviour,  tune  oar  fongs  anew, 
t(   And  they  fhall  pleafe  the  King."] 

-XXXVIL— Th  jams. 

1  T    I  F  T  up  your  eyes  to  til*  heav'nly  fears, 
JLy  Where  yoar  Redeemer  flays  : 

Kind  Intercefibr,  there  he  fits. 

And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  my  foal,  he  dy'd  for  thee, 
And  med  his  vital'blood  ; 

Appeas'd  Hern  juCice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife, 
And  faints  their  ofP rings  bring  ; 

The  Prieft,  with  his  own  facrifice, 
Prcfen::  them  to  the  King. 

[4  Let  others  trull  what  names  they  pleafe, 
Their  faints  and  angels  boall  ; 
e  no  fuch  advocates  as  thefe, 
Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  noil.] 

ij   Jefus.  alone,  fhall  bear  my  cries 
j    Up  to  his  Father's  t!»rone  ; 
He  (dcareit.  Lord)  perfumes  my  fighs,. 
And  Aveetens  ev'ry  groan. 

6  Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 

Hofanna,  in  the  high'it.  ; 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 

To  God,  and  to  his  Chrifl.] 

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rg.Ii.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       13H 

XXXVIII.      Love  to  God. 
2T  TAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 

T~\  Where  love  infpires  the  breaft  : 
Love  is  the  brighteft  of  the  train, 

And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 
2 'Knowledge,  alas  1  'tis  all  in  vain, 

And  ail  in  vain  our  fear  ; 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 

If  love  be  abfent  there. 
2  'Tis  love  which  makes  our  chearfal  feet 

In  fwiit  obed'ence  move  ; 
The  devils  know — and  tremble  too  ; 

.But  fatan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  which  lives  and  fiags* 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  Cfcafe  ; 

'Tis  this  S*all  fhike  our  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  or  blifs. 

5  Before  we  quite  forfeke  our  clay, 
Or  le^ve  this  dark  abode, 

.Let  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiKng  God. 
XXXIX.     The  Sheriffs  end  Mlfcry  of  Life, 

OU  R  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days, 
Are  fhert  and  wretched  tool 
Evil  arid  few,  the  Patr'arch  fays, 
•   And  well  the  Patr'arch  knew. 
2  ;Tis  but,  at  beft,  a  narrow  bound, 

Which  heav'n  allows  to  men  ; 
An<J  pains,  and  fins  run  through  the  round 

Of  threefcore  years  and  ten. 
«j  Well— if  ye  niufi  he  fad  and  few, 

P. up  on,  my  days,  in  hafle  p 
Moments  cf  fin,  and  months  cf  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 

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132  HYMNS     and  B.  H 

4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 

And  call  her  to  the  ikies, 
Where  -ears  of  long  faJvation  roll, 

And  p-lory  never  dies. 

XL    Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  made  <wiih  Chri 

OUR   God,  how  firm  his  promife  llands, 
Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 
He  trafts  in  our  Redeemers  hands 
His  glory,  and  his  grace. 

2  Th>=n,  whv,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints, 
Sinre  Chrift  and  we  a»-e  one  ? 

Thv  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Js  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  B-nearh  hh  fmiles  ir.v  heart  has  liv'd, 
And  patt  of  heav'n  pofle.s'd  ; 

1  praife  his  name  for  £r2ce  receiv'  d, 
A.-»d   t  raft  him  for  the  reft. 

Xr  T.    4  fight  nf  God  mortifies  us  to  the  world, 
[i  T  TP    to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 

*.    •     Anr]  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  ivoul  !  my  thoughts  leap  out,  and  fly, 
But  fin  haogs  heavy  on  my  foal. 

2  Thv  wond'rous  blood,  de."  dying  Chrifr, 
Can  make  this  wo^Id  of  guilt  remove  ; 
And  thou  c^n'ft  bear  r-?  where  thou  fly'ft, 
On  thv  kind  wings,  cas.eftial  Dove  ! 

3  O  might  I  once  mount  up,  and  fee 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  flues  ; 

What  little  ^Mngs  thefe  worlds  would  be  I 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes  ?] 

4  Had  I  a  glarce  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  rr^n  would  v?nifh  foon  ; 
Vanifh,  as  th-'  I  faw  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

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5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rare, 
1  mould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  the  making  leaf  . 
While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar.     _  -» 

6  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Let  me  bur  view  thy  lovely  face  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  fhall  bow,  and  fing 
Thine  endle'fs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace, 

XLII.     Delight  in  God. 

1  "]\/TY  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures dwell 
J.VX  N  Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ! 

Thy  courts  below,  how  amiabia, 
Where  all  thy  graces  Hand  ! 

2  The  fwallovv  near  thy  temple  lies, 
And  chirps  a  cnearful  note  ; 

The  iark  mounts  up  toward  thy  ikies, 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat : 

3  And  we,-  when  in  thy  prefencc,  Lord, 
Do  fnout  with  joyful  tongue?  ; 

Or,  fitting  round  our  Father's  beard, 
We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 

4  While  jefus  mines  with  quick'ning  grace, 
We  fing.  and  mount  on  high  ; 

But,  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

5  Juil  as  we  fee  the  lonefonie  dove 
Bemoan  her  widow'd  ftate, 

Wand'ring,  fhe  flies  thro'  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

9  Juft  (b,  our  thoughts,  from  thing  to  tWtng 
In  reftlefs  circles  rove  ; 

Juft  fo,  we  droop,  and  hsfig  the  wing, 
When  Jefas  hides  his  iove. 

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J34  HYMNS    and  B.I 

XLIir.     Chrift's  Suffering-  and  Glory. 

X^l    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son    I 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  loud  the  wonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 

On  wings  of  everlafting  love  ! 

3  Down  to  this  bafe,  this  fjnful  earth. 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t'  atone  Almighty  wrath— 
Jefus,  the  God,  w*as  born  to  die. 

[4  Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  mongers  fpik  ; 
While  weighty  for  rows  prefs'd  him  down,, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  Almighty  captive  Pris'ner  lay  ; 
Th'  aimighty  Captive  left  the  earth, 
And  rofe  to  everlafting  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light, 
Up  to  his  throne  of  inming 'grace  ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face  ! 

7  .Among  a  thoufand  harps  and  fongs, 
Jei'ut,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  facred  name  nils  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  thro'  the  heav'nly  plains  ! 

XLIV.      Hell  1  or,  the  Vcngsance  o/Goh. 

I  TXT^^TH  holy  fear,  and  humble  fong, 
V  V     The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  ; 

Reverence 


3.  II.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       j$j 

Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
Which  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Far.  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells> 

The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 

Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell, 

And  laid  her  ftores  of  vengeance  there. 

[3  Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains* 
Tormenting  racks  and  fiery  coals, 
And  darts  t'  inflicl  immortal  pains, 
Dy'd  in  the  blood  of  damned  foulsr 

4  There  fatan,  the  firft  finner,  lies/ 

And  roars,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 

In  vain  the  rebel  fhives  to  rife, 

Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

£  There  guilty  ghofts,  of  Adam's  race, 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
And  fo  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son— 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call  ; 
Elfe  your  damnation  h aliens  ony 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

XLV.— God's  Condefctnfion  to  our  Worjbip. 

1  '  I  "^  H  Y  favors,  Lord,  furprize  our  fouls  $ 

JL      Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  ? 
What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  char'ot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  his  flarry  throne, 
And  pleafe  his  ears  with  GabrielV  fongs  ; 
But  th'  heav'nly  Majefty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues  ! 

3  Great  God  !  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 

Mz  f    Word* 


136  HYMNS     and  B.If, 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay, 
But  thy  compaffion's  all  divine. 

XL VI.   God's  Condefcenfion  to  Human  Affairs* 
I  T  TP  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 

\J    And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 
And  teli  how  large  his  bounties  are. 

[2  He  who  can  make  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  ; 
His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  ! 
And  what  a  condescending  God  ! 

f  3  God,  who  muft  ftoop  to  view  the  ikies, 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  our  earth  he  caih  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footlteps  downward  too.] 

4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 

.  On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  Kings 
Bellows  his  councils,  and  his  cares. 

5  Ourforrows,  and  our  tears  we  pour 
into  the  bofom  of  our  God  ! 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  prinoes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 
For  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow-worm. 

7  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  heart  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  thiid  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife, 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

XLVIT.    Glory  and  grace  in  the  perfon  o/*Chrirt, 
I   |k  JO  W  to  the  Lord  a  nobie  fong  ! 

y^    Awake,  my  foul  ;  awake,  my  tongue  ^ 

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B.  II.*     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      357 

Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name  ! 

And  all  his  boandlefs  love  proclaim. 

2  See,  where  it  mines  in  Jems'  face, 
The  brighter!:  image  of  his  grace  5 
God,  in  the  peribn  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  might'eft  works  oat-done. 

3  The  fpacious  earth,  and  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God  ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 

Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar, 

4  Bat,  in  his  looks,  a  glory  {lands, . 
The  nobleft  labor  of  thine  hands  ; 
The  pleafing  iuftre  of  his  eyes 
Out-ihines  the  wonders  of  the  fkies. 

5  Grace  1  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus'  name  ; 

Ye  angels,   dweil  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns,  reHeft  it  to  the  ground. 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face— 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold. 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  !-— 

XLVIII.    Love  to  the  Creatures  is  dangerous, 

i  TJ  O  W  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 

|J:  How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  pleafure  hath  itspoifon  too, 

And  ev'ry  fweet— a  fnare. 

-2  The  brighteft  things'  below  the  fky 

Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light  ; 
We  fnould  fufped:  feme  danger  nigh, 

Where  we  pouefs   delight. 

3  Our  deareft  joys,  and  neareft  friends^- 
The  partners  of  our  blood, 


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13*  HYMNS     and  B.H| 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  bat  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  ftrong  it  (hikes  the  fenfe  ! 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move. 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 

And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

XLIX.   Mofes  dying  in  the  Embraces  of  God. 

1  TPXEATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 

L/  If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  through  the  darkeft  ftiade^ 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  All  below, 
If  my  Creator  bid  ; 

And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die,  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top, 
And  view  the  promis'd  land, 

My  fleih  itfelf  fhould  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms,. 
I  would  forget  my  breath  ; 

And  lofe  my  iif.*  among  the  charms 
Of  fo  divine  a  death. 

L. — Comforts,  under  Sorrows,  and  Pahs* 

j  \7  O  W  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmile,, 

xSI    And  mew  my  name  upon  his  heart ; 
I  wo.uld  forget  my  pains  awhile, 
And  ia  the  pleafure,  lccfe  the  finaru 


B-  II.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       139 

2  But  Oh  t  it  fwells  my  forrows  high, 
To  fee  my  bieiTed  j.efus  frown  ; 

My  fpirits  link,  my  comforts  die, 
And  ajl  tne  fprkigs  of  life  are  down. 

3  Yet,  why  ?  my  foul,  why  thefe  complaints  ?      ' 
Still,  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  ; 

Still,  on  his  heart,  he  bears  his  faints, 
And  feels  his  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breaft  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  ; 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd, 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  laft  fire  burns  all  things  here, 
Thofe  letters  mall  fecurely  lland  ; 

And,  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand.. 

6  Now  let  my  minute's  fmoothly  run, 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will  ; 
My  rifing  and  my  fetting  fun 

Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

— LI. — God  the  Son  equal  with  the  Father.— 

1T3  RIGHT  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  God  I 

13  Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  : 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought, 
And  worfhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 

[2  Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdom  fways. 
All  nature,  with  a  fov'reign  word  ; 
And  the  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuper'or  Lord.] 

[3  Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 

And,  fmiling,  (it  at  thy  right  hand  : 

Eternal  juftice  guards  thy  throne, 

And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

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140  HYMNS     and  B.  II.* 

4  A  thoufand  ferapbs,  ftrong  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  gior'ous  Deity  ; 
But,  who,  among  the  Tons  of  light, 
Pretends  companion  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jefus,  array'd,  in  rlefti  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 
A  full  equality  with  God, 

6  Their  glory  fnines  with  equal  beams  ; 
Their  effence  is  forever  one  ; 
Though  they  are  known  by  difPrent  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
With  equal  honors  be  ador'd  ; 
His  praife,  let  ev'ry  angel  fing— 
And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 

LII.    Death  dreadfxl,  or  dtlightfuh—-* 


i  Tpv  E  A  T  H  !   Ms  a  melancholy  day 
JLJr  To  thofe  who  have  to  God, 

When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away 
To  feek  her  lail  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  (he  lifts  her  eyes  i 

For  geilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  Ikies, 

To  darknefs,  fire  and  pain. 

^  ,  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell 

Let   flubborn  (inners  fcrar  ; 
You  mull  be.driv'n  from  earth*  and  dwell. 

A  long  for  ever  there  ! 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you. 

And  fl allies  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  downwards  too, 

Aed  fing  recov' ring  grace. 


5 -Ha 


8.  II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      i±t 

j  He  is  a  Geo  of  fav'reign  hve, 

Who  promis'd  heav'n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  faar  above, 

Where  happy  i'pirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  fome  cseleflial  band, 

To  bear  my  foul  away. 

LIII.  Saints'  Pilgrimage  ;  or,  Earth  &  Heavy?* 

1  T     ORD!  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 

Ly  Which  yields  us  no  fupply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wholefome  trees, 
No  flreams  or  living  joy  ! 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground* 
And  mortal  poifonsgrcw  ; 

And*  all  the  rivers  which  are  found, 
With  dang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 
Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 

Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  ran  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  mall  tread  the  deiart  through 
With  undiverted  feet  | 

And   faith  and  flaming  zeal  fubdue 
The  terrors  which  we  meet. 

[5   A  thoufand  favage  beafls  of  prey 

Around  the  foreil  roam  ; 
But  Jadah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 

And  guides  the  Grangers  home.] 

[6  Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  below 

With    fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  they  go, 

|jj  everiaiUngday.] 

%  7  Bx 


i42  HYMNS     and  B.U 

7  By  glimm'rtng  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  facred  road  ; 
Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  fnares. 

We  make  our  way  to  Go  a . 

S  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  march  upward  ftill  ; 
Forget  theie  troubles  of  the  ways, 

And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

[9  See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jefus,  the  forerunner  waits 

To  welcome  travelers  home  !] 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount* 
Our  weary  fouls  (hall  fit, 

And,  with  tranfporting  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

1 1  No  vain  difcourfe  lhall  fill  our  tongues, 
Nortrifies  vex  our  ear  ; 

Infinite  grace  (hall  fill  our  fong, 
And  God  delight  to  hear. 

12  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 
Who  brought  us  fafely  through  ; 

Our  tongues  lhal!  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  endleft  praife  renew. 

LIV. — God's  Prefence  is  Light  in  Darknefs. 

1  ~\/T  Y  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys> 
iYJL   The  1/fe  of  my  delights, 

The  glory  of  my  brighter!  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  1 

2  In  darkeft  fhades,  if  he  appear, 
My.  dawning  is  begun  ! 

He  is  mv  foul's  fweet  Morning  Star, 
Afld  he — my  rifing  Sun. 

5  The 


.II.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      143 

j  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  mine 

With  beam?  of  facred  bills, 
While  Jefus  (hews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whifpers — I  am  his, 
I  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  tranfporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way 

T'  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 

5   Fearlefs  of  hell,  and  ghaftly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 

Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

LV.    Frail  Life,  and fucceeding  Eternity y 

3  >  ■  *H  EE,  we  adore,  eternal  name— 

J[      And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

\z  Our  wafting  lives  grow  fhorter  ftill, 

As  months  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  cv*ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell, 

Leaves  but  the  number  lefs. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  duals  awaf 
The  breath  which  firft  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave.] 

4  Dangers  Hand  thick  thro'  ail  the  ground* 
To  pufli  us  to  the  tomb; 

And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God  !  on  what  a  fiender  threap 
Hang  everlafting  things  ! 

Th'  eternal  dates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  ftring?. 

6  Infinite 


rH4  HYMNS     and  B.IT, 

6  Infinite  joy,  or  endiefs  woe, 
Abends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 

Ana  >ec  how  unconcem'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 

7  Waken.  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  fenfe 
To  run  this  dang'roas  road  ; 

And    if  our  fouls  21  e  hurry 'd  hence, 
May  ihev  be  found  with  Gob. 

LVI. Vain  Vrofperity,*— 

1  1^7  O  -  I  *ha*-  envv  lnera  n0  more 

i^J    "Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Tho*  they  increafe  rbe;r  golden  ftore, 

And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 

•2  Th  >v  ta£e  of  all  the  joys  which  grow 

Uron  this  earthly  clod  !  N 

Wei! — they  m-y  fearch  the  creature  thro% 

For  thev  have  ne'ra  God. 

3  Sh^ke  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 
And  think  vour  life  your  own  ; 

Bnr  death  comes  haft'ningon  to  you, 
To  mow  vour  glory  down. 

4  Ye* — >\oumuft  bow  your  irately  head  5 
Awav  vour  (pint  flies  ; 

And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed. 
To  bear  it  to  the  flciex. 

5  Go  now,  and  boa  ft  of  all  your  (lores — 
And  tell  hfcw  bright  they  fhine  ; 

Your  heaps  ofglitt'ring  d>ift  areyour's, 
And  mv  Redeemer's  mine  ! 


'I 


LVTI.     The  Pleafure  of  a  good  Con/tiencc. 

O  RD,  how  fecure  and  blefl  are  they 
t  Who  feel  thejovs  of  pardon 'd  fiu, 


Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

3  The 


S.ir.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      14- 

2,  The  day  glides  fweetly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  Jove  ; 
And,  Toft  andfilent  as  the  fnades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

[3   Quick  as  their  tho'ts  their  joys  come  on. 
But  fly  not  half  fo  faft  away  ; 
Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fummer-ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  he.iv'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  -pleafure  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes,  and  chearful  fmiles 
Sit  undiriurb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys  : 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  (hare  the  night 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
Which  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

■6  ^ While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  mo!e3> 
Lie  g^v'Jing  in  the  dad  below  ; 
Almighty  grace,   renew  our  fuuls, 
And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

LVIII.     Sbcrtvefs  c/Life,  and  goodnefs  of  God, 

1  TP  I  M  E  !   What  an  emPtv  vapour  'tis  ! 

I.      And  days  how  fwift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  files, 
Or  like  a  mooting  liar. 

[2  The  prefent  moments  juit  appear, 

Then  Aide  away  in  haite  ; 
That  we  can  never  fay— they're  here  ; 

2^t  only  lay — they're  paj}  

[3   Onr  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ;     - 
The  moment  when  cur  }-!ves  begin, 

We  ail  begin  to  die.] 

N 


£46  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II, 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  car  fleecing  days 
Thy  lafting  favors  (hare  ; 

Yet,  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  loadTt  the  rolling  year. 

5  'Tis  fov'reign  mercy  finds  us  food, 
And  we  are  cicath'd  with  iove  : 

While  grace  {lands  pointing  out  the  road, 
Which  leads  our  Jouls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round- 
All  glory  to  the  Lord  : 

His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound— 
And  be  his  nacie  ador'd. 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lafting  fong  ; 
And  when  we  clpfe  cur  eyes, 

Let  ages  down  thy  praife  prolong, 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

— LIX. Paradife  on  Earth.—* 

I  ^"^LORY  to  God,   who  walks  the  fky, 

\J  And  fends  his  bleflings  through — 
Who  cells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high — 

And  gives  a  tafte  below. 
[2   Glory  to  God,  who  Hoops  his  throne, 

That  daft  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  a  giyrnpfe  cf  glory  down 

Around  his  f acred  feet* 

3  When  Chrift,  with  ali  his  graces  crown'd, 
Sheds  his  kii 

'Tis    0  young  henv'n  on  earthly  ground, 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 
In    .  efart  fprings  ; 

And  ev'ry  fenfe,  1  (trait  employ 
On  fwtet  casleftial  thing:. 


B.IL      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      147 

5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 
And  each  his  glory  (hows  ! 

The   Rofe*o,f  Sharon  bloffoms  here, 
The  faired  flow'r  which  blows. 

6  Chearful  I  feaft  on  heav'nly  fruit, 
And  drink  the  pleafures  down  ; 

Pleafures  which  flow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal   throne!] 

7  But,  ah  !  how  foon  my  joys  decay- 
How  foon  my  fins  arife — 

And  fnatch  th'  heav'nly  fcene  away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes  ! 

8  When  mall  the  time,  dear  jefus,  when 
The  mining  day  appear, 

That  I  (hall  leave  thofe  clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt   and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  fields,  above  the  ikiss, 
My  hafty  feet  would  go — 

There  everlafting  flow'/s  arife. 
And  joys  unwiuVring  grow. 

LX.     The  Truth  of  God  the  P  rami  fir. 

1  TJ  RAISE,  everlafting  praife  be  paid 
X      To  Him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 

Praife  to  the  God  whofe  ftrong  decrees, 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 

2  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees, 
He  fets  his  kindeil  promifes. 

[3   Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give*— 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live  ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpake3  and  fpread  the  ikies  abroad. 

4  Each 

N-3 


i a  II  Y  M  N.S     an»  C.  IL 

4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
Which  bid  the  new-made  heav'ns  go  round  ; 
And  itronger  than  the  fo'id  poles  ' 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  mould  doubts  and  fears  arife, 
Why  trick'ling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  which  our  Maker  gives. 

6  O,  for  a  ftrong,  a  lafling  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith  ! 
T'  embrace  the  meffage  of  hi*  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav'n  our  own. 

7  Then,  ftiould  the  earth's  old  pillars  fhake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 

Our  fteady  fouls  ftiould  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

8  Our  everlailing  hopes  arife. 
Above  the  ruinable  fkies  ; 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  iuftains. 

LXf .     A  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory, 

i  Tl-TY  foul, 'come,  meditate  the  day, 

iVJL  And  tfcink  how  near  n  ftwd5> 
When  thou  muft  quit  this  houfe  of  clay, 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

[2   And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow,  gaping  tomb  ; 
This  gloomy  pri {on  waits  for  you, 

Whene'er  the  fummons  come. 
3  Oh  !.  could  we  die  with  thofe  w^o  die* 

And  place  us  in  their  ftead  ; 
Then  would  oar  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 

And  convene  with  the  dene. 

4  Thsa 


B.  II.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       145 

4  Then  mould  we  fee  the  faints  above 
In  their  own  glor'ous  fauns, 

And  wonJer  why  our  fouls  fhould  iove 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms  : 

5  How  we  ihould  fcorn  thefe  cloaths  of  flefh, 
Thefe  fetters,  and  this  load  ; 

And  long  for  rVning  to  undiefs, 
That  we  may  reft  with  God. 

6  We  mould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 
Before  the  fummons  come  ; 

And  pray,  and  wifti  our  fouls- away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

LXII.     God    the  Thunderer  .-——Or,   The   lafi 

'Judgment  and  Hell.* 
I.  Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofls, 

5   And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  : 
Let  death  and  hell,  thro'  all  their  coafb* 

Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 

2  His  founding  char'ot  makes  the  fky, 
He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 

There  all  his  itores  of  lightning  lie, 
'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  Hisnoftrils  breathe  out  fiery  ftreams— » 
And  from  his  awful  tongue 

A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunder  roars  along  ! 

4  Think,  O my  foal;  the  dreadful  day. 
When  this  incenfed  God 

Shall  rend  the  iky,  and  burn  the  fez, 
And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ! 

5  What  fhail  the  wretch,  the  iinuer  do  !" 
He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  : 

But 
*  Made  in  a  great  fuddcn   Storm  of  Thunder^ 
Juguj}  zotbt   1697. 
N  3 


tgg  H  Y  M  N  3     ***  B.1L 

&ut  he  mall  dread  the  Thund'rer  ao'.Vj 
And  fink  beneutli  his  word. 

Tempelb  of  angry  fire  Qiall  roll 
To  blaft  the  rebel  worm  ; 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
la  one  eternal  itorm. 

LX1IL     A  Funeral  Thought. 

ARK!  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  found*. 
My  ears  attend  the  cry — 
st   Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
*•   Where  you  muil  fhcrtly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  mult  be  your  bed, 
';*  In  fpite  of  all  ycur  tow'rs  ; 

*•'   The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head 
*'  Muft  lie  as  low  as  our's. 

3  Great  Goo,  is  this  our  certain  down  2 
And  are  we  fiill  fecure  ! 

Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yer  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quickening  grace* 
To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 

Then,  v*hen  we  drop  this  dying  iieih, 
We'll  rife  above  the  iky, 

LXIV.      Go&tbe  Glory  and  Defence  of  Zion. 

5  YJ  A  P  P  Y  the  church,  thou  facred  place^ 
.    jfj    The  kiii  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  j 

Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

z  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  hsav'nly  warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  mail  thy  dtep  foundations  move, 
JFix'd  on  his  counfels,  and  his  love. 
3  Thy  foes  ia  vain  defigns  engage  ; 
ft  his  thione  ia  vain  they  rage  j 


3. II.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      151 

Like  rifing  waves  with  angry  roar, 
Which  dalh,  and  die  upon  the  more.. 

I  Then  let  cur  foals  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Uome  or  hei]  ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  ar 
5   God  is  our  fhield,  a;:d  God  our  fun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  ftieds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brighteil  praise. 

LXV.     Tbs  Hope   •>/  Heaven    our  ftppcrt   unS.-rf- 

^Trials  on  Earth, 
i  T|T7KIjN  P  can  read  my  title  clear 
VV     To  manfions  in  the  fides, 

1  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fc.\r, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  agajnft.rny  foul  engage* 

And  hellim  dirts  be  hurTd, 
Then  I  can  finite  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face,  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come^ 
And  llorms  oFforrow  faii  ; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  rny  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4,  The*  ftial!  I  bathe  my  weary  foul. 

In  feas  of  beav'niy  tzil  ; 
And  not  a  ways  c:;  trouble  roll 

Acrofs  my  peaceful  breait. 

LXVI.   A  Pro/peel  o/Hea-ven  makes  Death  eajy». 

1  /~"T~V  HERE  is  a  hnd  o:  pure  delight, 
Where  faints  immo  tal  reign  ; 

Infinite  day  excludes  tiic  nigfct, 
And  pleafaiss  baniih  pain, 

1  There 


r$*  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II, 

2  There  evej#aftrng  An  ?hid3S, 

And  never  wUh'rirg  Row'fs  : 
Death,   i-ke  a  narrow  tei,  divides 

Tnis  heav'nly  land  .rom  ov.rs. 

[3   Swe«  fitlds,  beyond  thi     a  *Hing  flood,. 

Stan  1  drtft  in  living  green  : 
So,  to  the  jew?,  old  Canaan  ftood, 

While  Jordan  rolTd  between. 

4  But  tim'rou's  mortars  Mart  and  (brink-, . 
To  crofs  this   narrow  Tea, 

And  linger,  fniv'ring  on  the  brink, 
Thio>  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove*.. 
Thefe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife — ■ 

And  fee  the  Canaan  which  we  love# 
With  unbcclouaed  eyes. 

6  Could  we  but.  climb  where  Mofes  flood, 
And  vie*  the  landfkip  o'er  ; 

Not  Jotdan's  ftreams,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  (bore. 


LXVH.      God's  Eternal  Dominion. 


G 


What  worthleis  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praife  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  ihronccternal  ages  flood, 
E'er  feas  or  ftars  were  made  ; 

Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie- 
To  thine  iigmenfe  fnrvey. 

From  the  formation  of  the  fey, 
To  the  .great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity 


B:"Ift      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      153 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  prefent  in  chv  view  ; 

To  Thee,   there's  nothing  old  appears— 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  thro*  var'ous  fcenes  are  drawn;,. 
And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares  ; 

While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on   . 
Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 

6  Great  God  !   how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 
What  worthlefs  worms  are  we  ! 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay-  their  praife  to  Thee. 

L XVII I.—  The  humble  Worfolp  of  Heaver,* 

ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee 
The  place  of  thine  abode  1 
I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  ray  God  ! 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  diflant  face,. 
And  'tis  a  pleafmg  light  ; 

But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace*, 
Is  Infinite  delight  ! 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  fenfe, 
To  gaze  upon   thy  throne  1 

Pleafure  fprings  frefh  for  ever   thence, 
Unfpeakable,  unknown. 

[4  There  all  the  heav'nly  hofts  are  feer0 

In  mining  ranks  they  move  ; 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in 

With  wonder,  and  with  love. 

5   Then,  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall  ! 
With  joy  they  fhrink  to   nothing  there, 

Before  th'  eternal  ALL* 

6  There 


p 

154  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.II.j 

6  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  hofl 
In  duty,  and   in  blifs  ; 

While  lef>  than  I  could  boaft, 

*   And  canity  con  *    Jfa,  xl,  17. 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 
The  humbler  I  (h-dl  lie  ; 

Thus,  while  1  fink,  my  joys  mall  rife 
Unmeafurably  high. 

LXIX.  The  Faithfuhefs  of  God  in  thePramifes, 

1  TjEGIN,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nly  theme, 
J3   And  fpeaK  fame  boundlefs  thing  ; 

The  mighty  works,  or  might'er  name 
Of  our  eternal  King.' 

2  Tell  of  his  wond'roas  faithfulnefs, 
And  found  his  pow'r  abroad  ; 

Sing  the  iweet  promife  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation,  from  the  Lord, 
For  wretched  dying  men  ; 

His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engrav'd,  as  in  eternal  brafs, 
The  mighty  promife  fhines ; 

Nor  can  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  rafe 
Thofe  everlafting  lines. 

[5   He,  who  can  dafh  whole  worlds  to  death, 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
'Bur  fpeaks — and  chat  Almighty  breath 

Fulfils  his  great  decree?. 
6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  ftrong 

As  that  which  built  the  ikies  ; 
The  voice,  which  rolls  the  liars  along, 
aks  all  the  promifes. 

7  Ks 


3. II.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       155 

t    He  faid — Let  the  wide  ^ea-v^n  be  fpread  ; 

And  heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad  ; 
Abra'm — Pll  be  thy  God — he  faid — 

And  he  was  Abra'nvs  God. 

8  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heav'nly  tongue 
But  whiiper— thou  art  mine  ! 

Thofe  gentle  words  fhould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  divine. 

9  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 
And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  I 

I'd  trull  the  a!! -creating  voice, 
And  faith  deiires  no  more.] 

LXX.   God's  Dominion  ever  the  Sea,   Pf.  evil, 

1  f~^  O  D  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice 
VJT  Makes  all  the  roaring  waves  rejoice  ! 

And  one'foft  word  of"  thy  command, 
Can  fink  them,  filent,  in  the  fand. 

2  If  but  a  Moles  wave  thy  rod, 
The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God  ; 
The  fiormy  floods  their  Maker  knew, 
And  led  his  chofen  armies  through. 

3  The  fcaly  flocks,  amidft  the  fea, 
To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay  ; 
The  meaneft  fifh,  which  fwims  the  Hood, 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a-praife  to  God. 
[4  The  larger  moniters  of  the  deep. 
On. thy  commands  attendance  keep  : 

By  thy  permiffion,  fport  and  play, 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  his  voice  of  temped  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  fliil,  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noilrils  high, 
And  fp cuts  the  ocean  to  the  Gey.] 

6  How 


k;6  HYMNS     and  B.-II, 

6  How  is  thy  glor'ous  pow'r  ador'd 
Anvdr't  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 
Yet  the  hold,  men  who  trace  the  Teas, 
Bold  men  refuie  their  Maker's  praife. 

[7  What  fcenes  cf  miracles  they  fee, 

And  never  tune  a  fong  to  thee  ! 

While  on  the  fl  .od  they  fafely  ride, 

They  curfe  the  hand  which  fmooths  the  tide. 

8  Anon  they  plunge  in  watry  graves, k 
And  (unit  drink  death  among  the  waves  : 
-Yet  the  furviving  crew  biafpheme, 

Nor  own  the  God   who  refcu'd  them.] 

9  Oh  !   for  fome  fignal  of  thy  hand  I 
Shake  all  the  Teas,  Lord,  (hake  the  land  : 
Great  Judge  defcend  1   left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  God  who  ruleo  the  iky. 

LXXL  Fraife  to  Goafr&n.  all  Creatures* 

1  '  1  *  HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 

_4      My  joyful  voice  (nail  fingj 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former,  and  their  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  which  fhap'd  our  clay, 
A  id  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 

But  from  his  o-vn  immed'ate  breath 
Our  nobler  {pints  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 
And  worship  with  our  tongues  ; 

£SVe  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  fk'es, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  groVHng  beafts,  of  ev'ry  fnape, 
And  fowl?,  of  ev'ry  v.  ine, 

An:l  rorks,  and  tret?,  and  fires,  and  feaS-, 
Their  var'ous  tribute  urine. 


B.IL       SPIRITUAL     SONGS,     i-fr 

5  Ye  planets,  to  his  honor  mine  ; 
And  wheels  of  nature,  roll  ; 

Praife  him  in  your  unwearied  courfe 
Around  the  fteady  pole. 

6  The  brigh'.nefs  of  our  Maker's  name 
The  wide  creation  fills, 

And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

LXXtl.  The  Lord's  Day  :  Or,  The  Refurveaior. 
of  Chriif. 

i  XjLEST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  ray? 

J3  Beheld  our  rifmg  God  ; 
Which  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dufta 
AncWeave  his  lafl  abode  ! 

2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
The  dead  Redeemer  lay  ; 

'Till  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 
The  diird,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell,  and  the  grave,  unite  their  force 
To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 

The  fleeping  Conqueror  arofe, 
And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 

4.  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord., 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay  ; 
And  loud  Hofanna's  mail  proclaim 

The  triumph  of  the  day. 

[c   Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  vi&or'ous  King  ; 
Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  Teas,, 

With  glad  hofannas  ring.] 

LXXIII.     Dcupts  fcattered. 

1  Y  TENCE,  from  my  foul,  fad  that's,  be  gone, 
173.   And  leave  me  to  my  joys  -, 

My 
O 


158  K  Y  Ivl  N  S     and  3.  II, 

IVIy  tongue  (hail  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind, 
And  drown'd  my  head  in  lear?  ; 

'Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  ftiiniag  rays, 
Difpell'd  my  gloomy  fezrs. 

3  Oh  I   what  immortal  joys  I  felt, 
And  raptures,  all  divine — 

When  Jefus  told  me — /  ivas  bis, 

And  my  Belirved  mine  ! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul, 
And  breaks  my  peace,  in  vain  ; 

One  glympfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face, 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

— LXXIV.     A  Complaint  ct  Ingratitude.*- 

S  this  the  kind  retar/i, 
And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abufe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  bleffings  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 
Has  f:n  re  due 'd  cur  mind  ! 
,  ftrange,  rebel  1'ous  wretches  we, 
And  God — as  ftrangely  kind  : 

[3  On  us,  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays   ; 
For  us,  the  feies  their  circles 
.then  oui 

4  The  b  y  their  God, 

An<  ir  necks  to  men  : 

But  we,  more  .  .  things, 

j   God, 
eur  iouls  a'freih  ; 

•Ereak 


B.II.       SPIRITUAL     SONG  5. 

.  thefe  iSearts  of  ftone, 
■  (  us  hearts  of  flefh. 

6  Lei  o;J  ingratitude 

pirn    *yes~; 

thanks  ariie, 
..    Theh*atificftgbtofQ}a\& 

I-T7-'  hee,  my  God,  my  joys  ihall  rife, 

And  run  eternal  rounds  ; 
limits  ol  the  &ies, 
And  .1  bounds. 

2  The  holy  ta  of  say  foul 
Shall  death  itfeif  oot-brave, 

Leave  duil  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  WefTed  Jefus  reigns, 
In  heav'n-  urimeafur'd  ipace, 

J'ii  fpend  a  rnity 

In  pleafure  and  in  praife. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  woaef'ring  eyes. 
Sha]'  o'er  thy  b'eautiee  rove, 

An  J  endlefe  ages  I'll  adore 
The  g'ories  of  thy  love. 

5  Sweet  Jefus  !  ev'ry  fmile  of  thine 
Shall  frefh endearments  bring, 

And  thoi  fand  tafles  of  new  delights 

From  all  thy  graces  fprino-. 

6  Hafte,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  fool 
Up  to  thy  b;Vfi  abode  ; 

Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

LXXVf.     Refurreaion  end  Afcenfion  cf  Chrift. 
i:JJ  OSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
XX.  Who  cloath'd  himfejf  in  clay  ; 

Qa  Entered 


.    «  H  Y  M  N  S      and  3.H. 

Entec'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  Immanu'l  rofe  ; 

He  took  the  tyrant's  fting  away. 
And  fpoiPd  our  hellifh  foe». 

3  See,  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft. 
And  to  his  Father  flies  ! 

With  fears  of  honor  in  his  fiefli, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 
And  fcatters  bleiTir.gs  down  ; 

Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
Or  the  cssleftial  throne. 

[5   Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues*. 

To  reach  this  blc&'d  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  longs 

To  our  incarnate  Gop. 

6  Bright  angels,   ftrike  your  loudeft  firings, 

Your  fweeteft  voices  raife  j 
Let  heav'n,  and  all  created  thing?, 

Sound  our  Emmanu'i's  praife.] 

LXXVTI.    The  Qbrijfian  Warfare. 

iQTAND  up,  ray  foul,  fhake  of?  thy  /cars, 

i3    And  girt^  ite  goipei -armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  er'er.dlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain-Saviour's  gone. 

%   Hell,  2nd  thy  fin  refift  thy  courfe  ; 
.But  hell  and  nn  are  vanquiiVd  foes  ; 
Thy  Jefus  nailM  them  to  the  crofs, 
And  fang  the  triumph  when  he  rofe. 

[3   What  tho'  the  prince  of  Jarknefs  rage, 
I  wafte  the  fur|  of  his  fpite  r 

Iterttt 


S.Ii;      SPIRITUAL     SONGS,       161 

Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  tho*  thine  inward  lufts  rebel  .? 
'Tis  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons   of  viftoroas  grace 
Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  itrife.] 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
VreCs  forward  to  the  freav'nly  gate  ; 
There-peace  and  joy  eternal  reign 

And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conqu'iors  wait, 

6  There  fhall  I  wear  a  itarry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  fkies 
Join  in  my  glorous  Leader's  praife. 

LXXVJII.    Redemption  hy  Chrift. 

TI/HEN  the  rlj-fr  parents  of  our  race 
VV     Rebeli'd,  and  Joft  their  God, 
i-Aiid  the  infection  of  their  iin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood, 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  heart. 
Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 

Defcending  from  the  beav'nly  court,. 
He  left  his  Father's  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Priuce  of  glory  threw 
His  moll:  divine  array  ;. 

And  wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  infer'or  clay. 

4. His  living  pow'r,  and  dying  love, 

Redeem'd  unhappy  men  ; 
And  rais'd  the  roins  of  our  race 

To  life  and  God  again. 
5.  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  fiefti  and  foul 

We  joyfully  relign  ; 

'    O  3.  Blef;-. 


^6z  H  Y  M  N  S  & 

Eleft  Jefus,  take  us  for  thy  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine, 

6  Thine  honor  {hall  forever  be 

The  bus'nefs  of  our  days, 
Forever  fhall  our  thankful  tongues 

Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

LXXIX.     Praife  io  the  Redeemer, 

LUNG'D  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair^ . 
We,  wretched  fmners,  lay  ; 
Without  one  chearful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimmering  day. 

z  With  pit'ing  eyes,  the  Prince  of  gf ace 

Beheld  cur  helplefs  grief  ; 
He  faw — and  (O  !  amazing  love  !) 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  fhining  feats  above 
With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 

Enter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  flefh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  potf'rs  of  darknefs  thus,, 
And  break  our  iron  chains  ; 

jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls, 
From  everlafting  pains. 

[5   In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

His  curfed  projects  tries  ; 
We,  who  were  doonvd  his  endlefs  flaves^ 

Are  rais'd  above  the  Ikies, ] 
6  Oh  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hiils 

Their  lafling  filence  break, 
And  ail  harmon'ous  human  tongues, 

The  Saviour's  praifes  fpeak. 

£7  Yes — we  will  praife  Thee,  deareft  Lord, 
Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 

Hofann?.; 


II.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      163. 

Hofanna,  round  the  fpacious  earth';, 

To  thine  adored  name  ! 
8   Angels,  a  fin!  car  mighty  joys, 

Strike  ail  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  yon  raiie  your  higheit  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

LXXX.     God's  a-voful  Power  and  Goodnefs* 

1  J~\  H  !   the  almighty  Lord  I 
XJF   How  matchleis  is  his  pow'r  ! 

Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

2  Let  proud  imper?ous  kings 
Bow  low  before  his  throne  ! 

Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  he  mall  tread  ye  down. 

3  Above  the  Cues  he  reigns, 
And,  with  amazing  blows. 

He  deals  infufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yet,  everlaillng  God, 

We  love  to  fpeafc  thy  praife-;, 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod., 
The  fceptre-of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
Defend  our  Zion  well  ; 

Atnd  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round. 
From  Babylon  and  heli. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
Who  fits  cnthron'd  above : 

Thus  we  adore  the  God  cf  might, 
And  blefs  the  God  of  love. 

LXXXI.    Our  Sin  the  Cauje  of  Chrifis  Death, 
N  D  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
Now  I  be&in  to  fee  1 

Oh, 


3%  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.n.l 

Gii,  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  ! 
Wi»ai  rnura'rous  things  they  be  ? 

2  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 
Which  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 

Monitors,  that  ftain'd  thofe  heav'nly  limb* 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ? 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  which  I  had  done, 
My  dearefi  Lord  was  flaio  ; 

When  juftice  k'vJd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  :o  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  peace  ! 
I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  : 

Hence,  from  my  heart,  ye  fins,  be  gone., 
For  Jefus-  1  adore. 

5  Furnifh  me,  Lord,  with  heav'nly  arm:; 
From  grace's  magazine  ; 

And  I'll  proclaim* eternal  war 
With  ev'ry  darling  fin. 

IjXXXU. — Redemption  and  PrcteBion  from  Spi* 
ritual  Enemies. 

1  A   PJSE,*  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
/~\   And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 

Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glor'ous  grace  abroad, 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin,. 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell  ; 

And   fix'd  my  (landing  more  fecure. 
Than  'twas  before  I  feli. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love 
Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 

And,  on  the  rock  of  sges,  fet 

My  flipp'ry  footfteps  fait. 
4.  The  city  of  my  blefs'd  abode 

Is  wall'd  around  with' grace  > 

SalratidOa 


I.II,     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       i% 

alvarion,  for  a  bulwark  ftands 
To  fliield  thefacred  place. 

';.  Satan  may  vent  his  fharpefl  (p'ittr 

And  all  His  legions  roar  ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life*. 

And  bouads  his  raging  pow'r. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake  my  voice^. 

And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing  ; 
Load  hallelujah's  (hall  addrefs 

My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

LXXXI[[.     The  Pajfton  and  Exaltation  s/Chrift 

1  r~T^-  HUS  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  ikies — 

X      "   Awake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
"  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  (mite  the  man, 
*«   My  fellow   (faith  the  &erd.) 

2  Vengeance  received  the  dread  command, 
And,  armed,  down  file  flies  ; 

Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 
And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  Bur,  Oh  !   the  wifdom,  and  the  grace 
Which  join  with  vengeance  now  I 

He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  rifes  too. 

4  A  perfon,  fo  divine,  was  he,; 
Who  yielded  ?o  be  (lain, 

That  he  could  give  his  fcul  away, 
And   take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glor'ous  Lord,  and  reign  on  high  5 
Let  ev'ry  nation  &ng, 

And  angels  ,ound,   with  endlefs  joy, 
The   Saviour,   and  the  King. 

—  LXXX1 V.      The  Jame. 

I  /^  O  M  E,  all  harmon'ous  tongues, 
\j  Your  ncbieil  muuc  bring  ; 

iT1' 


H  Y  M  N  S     Ai-ro 

'Tis  Chritt,  the  ng*Gat>, 

tfz  fiftg. 

2   Tel)   how  he  u 

To  ... 

■ 

[3  Ala*  !  the  cruel  f$> 

f  purple  1 
1  '  ly'd, 

[4  The  waves  of  i  i^f 

Did  o'er  his  boforo  roll  ; 

■  <^i  n 3  of  almighty  wrath 

avy  o.)  h;b 

;  n  to.  the  (ha  ath 

5  awfu)  hi 
Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead, 

6  \To  more  the  bloody  fpear  ; 
The  crofs,  and  nails>  no  more  ; 

S"or  hell  itfelf,  fhike.;  at  Ins  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  a<; 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 
High  on  his  Father's  throne  ; 

■  Father  lays  his  ver  by, 

And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  mine 
Wijth  Docreared  rays  ; 

And  blefs  :s5  aod  angeU'eyes 

To  eve;  ys. 

LXXXV-.     Sufficient?  cf  Par/ 

1  \  yf  T  ^  ^ 

Tfjufe  moM-nfui  colours  wear  ? 


III.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       tify 

rVhat  doabts  are  thefe  which  wafte  your  faith, 
And  noBtilh  y6ur,defpair  ? 

;  What  tho' your  nam'rous  fins  exceed 

The  ftars  which  nil  the  &ies, 
\nd,   aim:ng  at  the  eternal  throne, 

Likz  pointed  mc  i  rile? 

»  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

Th  e  w  i  d  e  c  re  a  ti  o  n  f .  ell , 
^nd  has  it  curs'd  founds -ions  laid 

Low  as  the  depths  of  hell  ? 

f.  See  here  an  endiefs  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace  ! 
3ehold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 

The  facred  flood  increafe  • 

5   It  rifes  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

"'T  has  neither  fliore  nor  bound  : 
Now,  if  wefearch  to  Sad  our  fins, 

Our  fins  can  n^.'er  be  found. 

:e,  oar  nearcs,  adore  ihegrace 
Which  baries .all  our  feu 

And  pard'ning  blood,  which  fwells  above 
Our  follies,  and  our  thoughts. 

LXXXyi.   Freedom fr-opi -Jin  and  i::ij~6ry  in  heaven, 

U  R   fin?,  alas  !   how  iVong  they  be  ! 
\__  ike  a  vi'ient  fea, 

The;-  _  Lord,  to  thee. 

A  id  hurry  us  a^v. 

.    ie,  how  they  rife;! 
:  roar  ! 
But  dea  rary  fouls 


5     t 


■ 


u  jre. 


eec  comm-ands* 

0~r  '  /.:  .  ...  move.; 


•r68  H  Y  M  K  S     ani>  B.  II, 

No  fin  fhall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  Avail  we  fit,  and  fing,  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 

*Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts, 
And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face. 

5  For  ever,  his  dear  facred  name 
Shall  dwell  opoa  our  tongue  9 

And  JefuSy  andjaivation  be 
Ths  clofe  of  ev'ry  fcng. 

LXXXVII.  Divine  Glories  above  our  Reafon. 

1  |TOW  wond'rous  great  1  how  glor'ous  bright 
£X   Muft  our  Creator  be  I 

Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazz'ling  light 
Of  vaft  infinity  \ 

2  Our  foaring  fpirits  upward  rife 
Tow'rd  the  csleftial  throne  : 

Fain  would  we  fee  the  bleffed  Threx, 

And  the  almighty  One. 
3  Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings, 

And  ciimbs  above  the  ficies  ; 
But  ftili  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 

Our  grav'iing  realon  lies  ! 

[4.  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls* 

And  awfully  adore  : 
l?or  the  weak  p'in'cnf  of  our  minds 

Can   ftretch  a  thought  no  more. 

3  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 
Above  our  hb'ring  tongue  ; 

In  vain  the  higheft  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  fong. 

(6  Ta  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 
The  great  myfte-r'ous  King., 

White 


E.II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      16* 

While  angels  ftrain  their  nobler  pow'rs, 
Andfwcepth'  immortal  itring.] 

LXXXVIII.     Salvation. 

-sQALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  found  J 

i!5  "Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  fov'reign  balm  to  ev'ry  wound, 

A  cord'al  for  our  fears. 
Z  Bury'd  in  forrow,  and  in  fin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arife,  by  grace  divine, 

To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 
3  Salvation  !  let  the  ecchofly 

The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  &y 

Confpire  toraifethe  found. 

LXXXIX.  Chrii's  Fiaory  over  Satau. 

i  T  TO S ANNA  to  oar  conqu'ring  King  ! 

JlJL  The  prince  of  darknefs  flies  ; 
His  troops  ruth  headlong  cfotvn  to  hell, 

-Like  lightning  from  the  ikies. 

2  There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  roar, 
And  fright  the  refcu'd  fheep  ; 

Sut  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqu'ring  King, 
All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 

Ten  thoufand  longs  and  glories  wait 
To  crown  thy  head  above. 

4  Thy  vi&'ries,  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 
Thro'  the  wide  vo-Jc1  (hall  run  ; 

And  ever.'afting  ages  {ing 
The  triumphs  thou  bail  won. 


i;o  K  Y  M  N  S     ani  B.  lb 

XC  Faith  in  Chrifi  for  pardon  and '  fan&ific  alien 

I  TT  O  W  fad  our  ftate,  by  nature,  is  ! 

'  JTjL   Our  fin,  hew  deep  it  ftains  ! 
And  fatan  binds  our  captive  minds 

Fall  in  his  fiavifh  ckains. 

■■z  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  facred  word  ; 
Mo  /  ye  defpairing  firmer  s  >  come, 

And  truji  upon  the  Lord, 

3  My  foul  obeys  th'  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief  ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  ; 

Oh  S   help  my  unbelief. 

f  4  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blocd, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  warn  my  fpotted  foul 

From  crimes  of  deepeft  die. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  viclor'ous  King, 
My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 

Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  feat, 
With  all  his  hellilh  crew. 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  : 

Ba  thou  my  ftrength,  and  right'oufnefs, 
My  Jefus,  and  my  All. 

XCI.    The  Glory  of  ChriR  in  Heaven* 

1  ^~%_  H,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
\^J  The  glories  of  the  place, 

Where  jefus  jheds  the  brighteft  beams 
Of  his  o'erflcv.  ir.g  £iace  ! 

2  Sweet  majefty,  and  awful  love 
Sic  fmiling  on  hfi  brow  ; 

And  all  the  glor'ous  ranks  above 
At  humble  ^iftance  bow. 

[3  Prince?, 


B.H.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       i7t 

[3  Princes,  to  his  imperial  name 
,     Send  their  bright  feeptresdown  ; 
Dornin'ons,  thrones,  and  povv'rs  rejoice  % 

To  fee  him  wear  the  crown.] 

4  Archangels  found  his  lofty  praifs 
Thro5  e/ry  heav'nly  ftreet  ; 

And  lay  their  higher!:  honors  down 
Submiliive  at  his  feet. 

5  Thofe  foft,  thofe  bleffed  feet  of  his, 
Which  ones  rude  iron  tore, 

High  on  a  throne  of  light  they  ftaiwi 
And  ail   the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  that  dear  majeftic  head> 
Which  cruel  .thorns  did  wound, 

See  what  immortal  glories  fliinc, 
And  circle  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  th*  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 
Whom  we,  unfeen,  adore  ! 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  mail  love  him  more. 

[8  Lord  1  how  our  fouls  are  all  on  fire 

To  fee  thy  bleft  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  the  fight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wifti  thy  fi'ry  char'ots,  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  fouls  away. 

XCII.   The  Church  faved,  and  her  Enemies  difaff^ 
pointed :  Or,  Deliverance  from  Treafom 

\  QHOUT  to  the  Lord,  and  let  your  joys 

v3  Thro'  ail  the  nations  run  : 
Ye  Weftern  ikies  refoand  the  noifg 

Beyond  the  rifing  fun. 

P  z  k  Thee 


%ft 


HYMNS     aki 


B.  If. 


2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire, 
Thee,  our  glad  voices  fing  ; 

And  join  with  the  casleftial  choir, 
To  praife  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rules* 
And,  on  the  ftarry  &ies, 

Sits  fmijing  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  env'ous  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage, 
And,  with  an  awful  frown, 

JFiings  vaft  confufion  on  their  plots, 

And  fhakes  their  Babel  down. 
{5  Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifice  ; 
But  gloomy  caverns  ftrove  in  vain 

To  'fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  def:gns  were  all  reveal'd  ; 
Their  treasons  all  betray 'd  : 

Praife  to  the  Lord  who  broke  the  fnare 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

7  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 
Still  new  rebellions  try  ; 

Their  fouls  mail  pine  with  env'ous  rage* 
Aad  vex  away,  and  die. 

§   Almighty  grace  defends  our  laud 

From  their  malicious  pow'r* 
Let  2?ion,  with  united  iongs,. 

Almighty  grace  adore. 

JKCHI. — God  all,  and  in  all,  Ffalra  Ixxiii.   25. 

1  ]\^Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
1VJL  To  Thee>  to  Thee  I  call  j, 
}  cannot  live  if  thou  remove  ; 
For  thou  art  Ail  in  All. 

[2Tby 


g.IL      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       173 

[2  Thy  ftiihihg  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon,  where  I  dwell, 
'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here  j   , 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

[3  The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 
How  am'able  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  reft  in  thine  embrace^ 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.]" 

[4  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone, 
The  aagels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne,, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

[5  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  plac* 
If  God  his  reiidence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.  J 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  fky^ 
Can  one  delight  afford  £ 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  prefence,  Lord:. 

7  Thou  art  the  Tea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleafures  roll ; 

The  circle  where  my  paffions  movt, 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

[S  To  Thee  my  fpirits  fly, 
With  reftlefs  warm  defire  ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  Thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jefus,  raifeme  high'r. 

XCIV.  God  my  only  happinefs,  Pfal.  lxxiii,  25+ 

3  "]%  IT  Y  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

±V±   My  everlafting  All  ! 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  heav'n  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

[2  What 

?3 


>74  **  *  M  M  S"    Ahi>  B.H. 

[2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies, 
,     And  this  infer'or  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God.] 

[3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light  : 
3Tis  thy  fw*et  beams  creates  ray  noon  y 

If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefa  bed 
Amoag  the  ihades  I  roll  ; 

if  my  Redeemer  (hews  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 

5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friend?*. 
And  health,  and  fafe  abode  ; 

Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  U  glitt'ring  wealth. 
If  once  compar'd  to  Thee  ? 

Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ? 

7  Were  I  pofleffor  of  the  earth,. 
And  call'd  the  ftar3  my  own  ; 

Without  thy  graces,  and  thy  Self, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

$  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms,  like  feat* 

And  grafp  in  all  the  more  ; 
Grant  me  the  viGts  of  thy  face, 

And  I  defire  no  more. 

XCV.  Look  on  bim  njubom  they  pierced}  andmomrn, 

1  TNFINITE  grief !  amazing  wo©  ! 

J.   Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
^lell  and  the  Jews  confpire  his  death* 

And  uij?  the  Roman  fword, 

3  Chi 


3,  IF.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      175 

2,  Oh  !  the  fh.arp  pangs  of  fmarting  paia-. 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore, 
When  kaoity  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 

His  lacred  body  tore  I 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns,. 
In  vain  do  I  accufe  ; 

In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands*. 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews  : 

4  'Twere  you,  my  iins,  my  cruel  fia$x 
His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 

Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail 
And  unbelief— the  fpear. 

5  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down.. 
Upon  his   guiltlefs  head  ; 

Break,  break,  my  heart — oh,  bur&  mine  eyes^. 
And  let  my   for  rows  bleed  ! 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 
'Till  melting  waters  flow  ; 

And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eye3 
In  undiflerabled  woe  ! 

— XCVI.  Angels  punijhed ',  and  Man  fcrved.-*- 

1  TH\OwN  headlong  from  their  native  fkiesj, 
JL/  The  rebe.- angels  fell  ; 

And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 
Rebeil'ous  man  was  hurl'd  ; 

And  Jefus  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  (inking  world. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degrees  ! 
Unmeafurable  grace  ! 

yiuft.  heav'ns  eternal  darling  die,. 
To  fare  a  trait'rous  race  I 

4  MA 


if6  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II. 

4  Mull  ang&ls  fink  forever  down, 
•And  burn  in  quench!  efs  fire  j 

While  God  fcrfakes  his  mining  throne, 
To  raife  us,  \v; etches,  high'r  r 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  eauh  and  fkies, 
With  hallelujahs  ring, 

And  the  foil  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fing  ! 

- XCVlh—T$$  fame. 

1  T~>  ROM  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell, 
JP    And  wrath  and  darknefs  chain'd  'em  down  %. 

But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown  I 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace, 
Which  could  diftinguifh  rebels  fo  1 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  ail  we  pay  : 
Millions  of  tongues  mall  found  thypraife 
<^n  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

XCVIII. — Hardnefs  of  Hi  art  complained  of. 

1  "Tl  yr  Y  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 
1VJL   How  heavy  here  it  lies  ; 

Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaft, 
Jult  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne  ; 

And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  flone. 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 
Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ! 

This  mountain  prefles  down  my  faith,. 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4    Wh«: 


B.lt.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      177 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 
With  all  its  heav'nly  charms, 

This  ilubborn,  this  relentlefs  things 
Would  thrufl  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 
Rebell'ous  I  have  Mood  ; 

My  heart,  it  makes  not  at  the  wratfe- 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fieep  thh  rock  of  mistf 
In  thine  own  crimion  fea  I 

None  but  a  bath  of  bl«od  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

XCIX.    The  Bock  of  God's  Decrw, 

1  I    E  T  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 

j|_^  Abas'd  before  their  Con  ? 
Whaie'er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd 

He  governs  with--  a  ned. 

[2  Ten  thoufand  ages  e'er  the  feies 

Were  into  motion  brought  ; 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  tome 

Stood  pre&nt  to  his  thought. 
3  There's  not  a  fp arrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  in  his  decrees  ; 
Ke  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones,. 

And  links  them  as  he  pleafe. } 

4.  If  light  attend  thecourfe  I  run*. 

'Tis  He  provides  thofe  rays; 
And  'tis  his  hand  which  hides  my  funj, 

If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  would  not  be  muck  conceni'd^ 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 

WhaJ:  months  ar«  writ  fsr  me> 

&  Whea 


17*  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Among  the  chofen  of  his  love, 

The  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb  ! 

C.  The  Pre/ence  tfChriji  is  the  Life  of  my  Soul. 

1  TjlTOVV  fuli  of  anguifh  is  the  thought  ! 
J7l  How  it  diftrafb  and  tears  my  heart, 

If  God,  at  \zti,  my  fov'reign  Judge, 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul  depart  ! 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  \- 
Where  (hall  I  fly  but  to  thy  breail  t 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home — 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  o»her  reft. 

3  I  carfcot  live  contented  here, 
Without  feme  giimpfes  of  thy  face  ; 
And  heav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there, 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tirefeme  place. 

4  When  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  Thee  % 
The  mining  hours  cf  chearful  light 

Are  long  and  ted'ous  years  ton?. 

5  And  if  no  evening  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 

How  dull  the  night  !  how  lad  the  made  I 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll  ! 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  fooa 
To  live— -yet  part  with  all  my  blo'od  ; 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone, 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

[7  Chrift  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care. 
My  blefTed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  j 
Dearer  than  all  my  paffions  are, 
My  limbs,  my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 

8  The 


B.II.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.     j79 

8  The  firings  which  twine  about  my  heart, 
Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off ; 
But  they  can  never,  never  part 
With  their  dear  hold  of  Chriil  my  love. 
£9  My  God  !  and  can  a  humble  child., 
Who  loves  thee  with  a  flame  10  high, 
Be  ever  from  thy  face  exiPd? 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

10  Impofijble  ! — For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  fail  to  Thee  ; 
^nd  in  thy  book  the  promife  Hands, 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  muli  be.j 

CI.    The  World's  three  chief  Temptations. 

H  E  N,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 
We  look  on  things  below, 
Honor,  and  gold,  and  fens'al  joy, 
How  vain  and  dang'rous  too. 

(2  Honor's  3  pufr  of  noify  breath  g 

Yet  men  expofe  their  bloods 
And  venture  everlafting  death, 

To  gain  that  airy  good. 

5  Whilil  others  fiarve  the  nobler  mind. 
And  feed  on  fhining  d&ft^ 

They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  fordid  lull.] 

4.  The  pleafares  which  allure  thy  fenfe, 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 
There's  bnt  a  dron  of  flatt'ring  ftveet, 

And  dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5   God  is  mine  all-fufficicnt  good, 

My  portion,  and  my  choice  ; 
In  him  my  vail  defires  are  fiii'd, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

6  la 


HYM  N  S     an*  £.  II. 

6  In  vain  the  world  a<_    lb  my  ear, 

And  tempts'rav  heart  anew  ; 
I  cannot  buy     mi    blils  fo  dear, 

Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  yoa. 

——CI I.     A  happy  Refurrefiicn.*""  ■■■■ 

1  ^^'T  O,  1*11  repine  at  death  no  more, 
i  #JJ%I    ^ut»  with  .a  chearful  gafprefiga 

To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  withering  limbs  of  mine, 

C  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  fkfh# 
And  crumble  all  my  bones  to  duft, 
"My  God  fhall  raiie  my  frame  anew 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning  through  the  fkies« 
Bring  that  delightful,  facred  day  ; 

Cut  fhort  the  hoars,  dear    Lord,  and  come 
Thy  ling'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  flay.. 

4  Gur  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face  ; 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Wnere  God  has  {bed  his  richer!  grace. 

[5   Kafle  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Rcufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay  ; 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  fing  the  t.riumph  of  the  day.] 

CUE.  —  Chriit's  Commljpon,  John  iii.  16,   17. 

:E,   happy  fouls,   approach  your  God* 
\Vith  new  melod'ous  rongs  ; 
Come,  te->-ier  to  -ilmighty  gi:ce 
The  tribute  of  ybth  tongaes. 

2  So  ftrange,  (o  boundlefs  was  the  lovs 
Wh  c.i  j  itj  nen, 

The  Fath  -  on 

Tol  •/  in. 

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3.  II.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  jefus,  were  not  srm'd 
With  a  revenging  rod  ; 

No  hard  commifhon  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  Eat  ail  was  mercy— -all  was  mild— 
And  wratn  foriook  the  throne  ; 

When  Cferiit  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  falvation  down. 

5  Here,  fmners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 
And  wipe  your  forrows  dry  : 

Truit  fn  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  mall  never 4\e. 

6  See,  dearefl  Lord,  our  willing  fouls 
Accept  thine  cffer'd  grace  ; 

Y/e  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

—CIV.— The  fame— 

%  "O    A  I  S  E  your  triumphant  fongs- 
£\  To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds 
Caeleft'al  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chole  ; 

And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
TJo  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  foul* 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4.  !Twas  mercy  filPd  the  throne 
And  wrath  flood  filent  by, 
When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  dowa  ■ 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 


%U  H  Y  M  N  3     ans  B.li. 

5  Now,  Tinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeiefs  forrow  ceafe  j 
Bow  to  the  fceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  cfFer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  ; 
We  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  falvaticn  thou  hr.ft  bought 
And  love,  and  praiie  thy  name. 

CV.  RepeniancS flowing  from  the  patience  of  God. 

3      /\    ND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  I 

jt\    ^nd  dare  we  yet  rebel  ? 
*Tis  bour.dlefs,  'lis  amazing  iove, 

That  bears   as  up  from  hell  ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
Would  (ink  U3  down  to  flames, 

And  threat'ning  vengeance  ro.j^  above 
To  crufh  our  fi  aaes. 

3  Almighty  gcoeneis   cries — forbter  : 
And  krait  the  thireder  flays  : 

And  care  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  h:.s  grace. 

4.  Lord,  we  have  long  abps'd  :hy  Iorje, 

Too  long  indu!g'"d  our  fin  ; 
Cur  aching  Hearts  e'en  b)ac:d  to  fee 
tat  rebels  we  Jjave  bee&. 

«:  No  mere,  ye  lufts,  fhajj  ye.comra 

No  more  wii!  we  c;  -  •  : 
Stretch  o\  »)  congu'ricg  han4/ 

Ana  drive  thy  ;:jc>  away. 

CVJ.     Repeutaneje  <*t  the  Croft 
l  f~\  H\  if  my  fool  was  form*'5,  for  w< 
my  frghs  ! 

Repentance  (1  5  rive        I  :> :•• 

l::".T:  hr  i    ro?  itreaming  ^;;es. 

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B.  IP.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,      l$$ 

2  'Twas  for  my  fins,  ray  deleft  Lor4 
Hang  on  the  cuffed  tree, 

And  groan'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  the*,  my  foul,  for  thee. 

3  Oh  !  how  I  hate  thofe  lulls  of  mine. 
Which  crucify *d  my  God  ; 

Thofe  fins  which  piere'd  and  oaii'd  his  flefh 
Fait  to  the  fatal  wood. 

4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  thai!  die. 
My  heart  has  Co  decreed  ; 

Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
Which  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

c-  Whilft,  with  a  melting  broken  hear?, 

My  murder'd  Lord  I  view,. 
I'll  raife  revenge  againfr  my  fin's, 

And  flav  the  rnurd'rers  too. 

6 VII.  The  evsrlafting  obfenci  of  God  intohra&h* 

1  '""Jf^HAT  awful  day  will  furely  come* 

j[      Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hafte, 
When  I  muftftand  before  my  judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  fov'reign  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  besr  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found — depart  ? 

[3  The  thunder  cf  that  difmal  word 

Would  fo  torment  my  ear,, 
3Twou]d  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord;, 

With  molt  tormenting  fear.] 

[4  What,  to  be  banifh'd  from  my  life? 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly  1 


i&4  KYM  N  S     and  B.  II, 

5  Oh  !  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 
To  fee  my  Goo  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  Ration  where 
I  mall  not  tafte  hij.  love  ! 

6  Jefus,  I  throw  my  arms  arc- 
_  And  hang  upon  thy  bresfi  ; 

Without  a  gracious  frnilc  from  Thee, 
My  fpifit  cannot  reil. 

7  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  wortblefs  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hand?  j 

Shew  mc  feme  prcmife  in  thy  book, 

Where  ray  faivi}ion  iknds. 
[S   Give  me  one  kind,  alluring  word 

To  fink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  iliall  wait 

He;e  tutcc-kozz  years  ana  ten.] 

C  VI 1 1 .   Acetfs  to  the  throne  of  Grace  by  a  Mediator 

1  g~^  O  M  S,  let  os  lift  car  joyful  eyes 
V_J   Up  to  the  Courts  above, 

And  fmile  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'tvff&s  a  feat  of  dread fol  wrath, 
And  (net  devouring  flame  ; 

Our  God   appear'd  eohTuming  Hre, 
And  Vengeance  was   his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jefus'  blood, 
Which  c.aim'd  his  frowning  face  ; 

Which  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne. 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace  ! 

4  Now  we  msy  bow  before  his  fesr, 
AnJ  venture  near  the  L 

No  fiery  cheiub  guards  his  feat, 
N%double  flaming  (wi 

■   The 


g.tf,     SPIRITUAL    SOffGS.      185 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 
Are  cpen'd  by  the  Son  ; 

High  let  us  raiie  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

6  To  Thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 

And  glory  to  th'  eternal  Kingv 
Who  lays  his  fury  by. 

C IX.     The  Darkm/s  of  Providescc* 
E  T     ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaft  deligns^ 
1  jt  Tfe*  obfeure  abyfs  of  Providence  ! 
Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  lines 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenfe. 

2.  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  fmile  : 
We,  thro'  the  cloud,  believe  ihy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compaffiswn  dill. 

3  Thro*  feas  and  ftorrm  of  deep  diftrefs> 
We  fail  by  faith,  and  not  by  light  1 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
Thro'  all  the  terrors  of  the  night, 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here?  below  1 
Still  let  us  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  (hall  bear  us  fafely  through. 

CX.« Triumph   o<ver   Death,   in  hope  of  th? 

Rejurrefiion. 

1     ,%   N  D  mull  this  body  die  ? 

J~\   This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  raould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 
2.  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms 

Shall  bus  refine  this  flelh  ; 


186  H  Y  M  N  S     an*  B.II. 

'Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes, 
To  pat  it  on  afreih. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives— 
And  often  from  the  flcies 

Looks  down,  and  watches  aU  my  d 
'Till  he  fhall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glor'ous  grace 
Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  (bine 

And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  heav'nly  and  divine. 

5  Thefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jefus'  dying  love  ; 

We  would   adore  his  grace  below. 
And  fing  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lond,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs — 

?Till  tunes  of  nobler  found  we  raife 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

—CXI,    Thank/giving  for  ViSory*—* 

JON  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg, 
The  Lord  affumes  his  throne  ; 
New-England,  own  the  heav'nly  King, 
And  make  his  glories  known. 

2  The  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proud,.. 
From  their  high  feats  are  hcri'd  ; 

Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 
And  thunders  thro'  the  world. 

3  He  reigns  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
Diftributes  mortal  crowns; 

ifimpires  are  fix'd  beneath  bis  fmiics, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies  which  rule  the  ocean  wide, 
Are  vanquiiVd  by  his  breath  ; 


Anu 


3 .  II.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS,      1S7 

And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r  and  pride, 
Defcead  to  wat'ry  death. 

5   Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence* 

Oar  buckler  is  h  s  hand. 

[6  Still  may  the  King  of  grace  defcendt 

To  rule  us  by  his  word    ; 
And  ail  the  honors  we  can  give, 

Be  oirer-'d  to  the  Lord  .] 

CXII.     Angels  minijlring  to   Cbrift  and  Saints* 

if^REAT  God  I  to  what  a  glor'ous  height 
\J  Haft  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Soa  I. 
Angels  in  a'l  their  rcbes  of  light, 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 

z  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  movet 
To  manage  his  affairs  of  fbate 
In  works  of  vengeance,  and  of  love. 

3  His  orders  run  throagh  all  the  hofts. 
Legions  defcend  at  his  command, 

To  fhield  and  guard  thefe  Weftern  coa^s3 
When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

4  Now  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
Up   to  the  gates  of  thine  abode  ; 
Through  all  the  dangers  which  we  meet 
In  travelling  the  heav'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 
And  thouiaah  bid  me  rife,  and  come— 
Send  a  be:oved  aoge!  down, 

Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 

CXriI.— The  fame*— 

l  >T*  HE   raajefty  of  Solomon, 
X     How  glor'ous  to  behold— 


i U  H  V  M  N  S     AN*  B.H. 

The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throve. 
The  iv'ry,  and  the  gold  i 

Z.  Bat,  mighty  God  I  thy  palace  (hine* 

With  far  fuper'or  beams  ; 
Thine  saget  guards  are  fwift  as  windsK 

Tjiy  minifters  are  flame*. 

[3  Soon  as  thine  only  S&n  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  ffcining  army  downward  fled, 

To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4  And  when;  opprelYd  with  pains  acd  fcars^ 
On  the  cold  ground  he  lies — 

Sehold- — a  heav'nly  form  appears, 
T'  allay  his  agonies.} 

5  Now,  to  the  hands  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  ; 

They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofeo  heir*  to  hesv'n. 

6  Plea  Cure  and  praife  roa  through  their  holiD 
To  fee  a  iinner  turn  ; 

Then  fatan  has  a  captive  left. 
And  Chrifl — a  fuiject  born. 

j  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  \\\s  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy, 

And  gather  in*  his  friends. 

$  Oh  !   could  I  (ay,  without  a  doubt, 

There  (hall  rr.y  foul  be  found — 
Then  le.t  the  great  arch-doge)  mom— 

And  the  iait .  trumpet  found  1 

GXIV.   Chrift's  Death,   Yitlor?,  and  Dominion- 

3   'W   SING  my  Saviour'*;  u^nd'rous  death* — 
A  ^e  concjuer'd  when  he  \XL  : 

TQus 


B.II.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS,      189 

rTisJiniJb'>d—h\&  his  dying  breath— 
And  (hook  the  gates  of  hell. 

z  ^Tisfmjtfd — our  Eiaman'el  cries-— 

The  dreadful  work  is  done'—-' 
Hence  fliail  his  fipv 'reign  throne  a  rife  3 

Hia  Kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fare  foundation  laid., 
For  glory  and  renown  ; 

When,  through  the  regions  of  the  dead., 
He  paiV'd  to  reach  the  crown, 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide, 
Sits  our  vi£icr'ous  Laid  ; 

To  heav'nand  bell,  his  hands  divide 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

e,  The  faints,  from  his  propitious  eye, 

Await  their  (zv'ri.]  crowns  ; 
And  ail  the  ions  of  darknefs  fly 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

— CXV, — God  the  sivexge? of his  Saints, 
1  TTIGH  as  the  heav'ns  shove  tke  ground 


JlJ    Reigns  the  Creator,  Goi 

as  the       ole  creation's  bound, 
Extends  his  awful  nod. 

2  Let  princes,  of  exalted  Hate, 
To  him  afcribe  their  crown  ; 

Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 
And  caft- their  glories  down. 

3  Know  that  his  Kingdom  is  fu  pre  me, 
Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 

He  calls  ypa  Gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  muil  die,  like  men. 

4  Then  let  the  fbv'reigns  of  the  globs 
Mo:  dare  to  vex  the  juft  ; 


*v3 


r0  H  V  M  N  S     and  ti.ffi, 

fie  pals  on  vengeance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  dull, 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  wife, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ! 
The  meanefV  faint  whom  yon  dztpife, 

Eias  an  Avenger  there. 

CXVL    Herein  and  Thanh, 

1  T  T  O  W  can  I  fink  witb  fuch  a  prop 
_•_  \   As  my  eternal  Gob  ; 

Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  HoW  can  I  die  while  Jefns  lives, 
Who  rofe,  and  left  the  dead  ? 

Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine  exa'ted  Head. 

[3  All  that  I  zm,  ?nd  all  1  have, 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine  ; 
Whatever  my  duty  bids  me  give, 

My  cbearful  hands  refrgnr. 

4  Yet.  if  I  might  rnaVc  feme  refcrv?, 
And  dcty  did  not  cai), 

1  love  my  God   with  zeal  fo  grea:,- 

That  I  mould  <Tive  bim  all. 

o 
CXVXI.     Living  and  clying  <wilb  God  preftnf* 

-J  CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord— 

X   My  life  expires  if  thou  depart  ; 
Ba  thou,  my  h?^rt,  full  rrsr  my  God, 
And  thou,  my  God,  ftill  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  «n, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile  ; 
Yet  I  will  llay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope  and  wait  for  heav'n  a  while. 

3  The* 


I<.tj,       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       j^a 

3  Then,  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace, 
Let  me  refign  my  fleeting  breath  ; 
And,  with  a  {mile  open  my  face, 
Pais  the  important  hour  of  death. 

CXVI1I.    Tfa  Priefthwd  of  ChrifL 

LOCD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  feiss^ 
Revenge  the  hfeod  of  Abel  cries  ; 
3ot  the  dear  itream,   wi;en  Cbntf  was  ilaifl, 
Spoke  peace  as  loud  f;om   ty'iy  vei;,. 

.?.  Pardoa  and  peace  From  God  on  high  5 
Behold  !   he  lays  his  vengeance  by.! 
And  rebels  who  defer ve  his  fwerdf, 
Become  the  (av'ptes  of  the  Lord. 

3  To  jofjs  let  our  praife?  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  iacriSce  -, 
Now  he  appears  before  hi.c  God, 
.And,  hr  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 

■CXIX.     Thi  Holy  Scriitureu 

ADEN  with  guilt,  and  fall  of  fe$ 
_j  I  fly  to  thte,  my  Lord  ; 
A".cl  not  a  glyfnpfe  of  hope  appears,. 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  cy  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  aifaagc  ; 
Here. I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 

Almoit  ip  ev'ry  page. 

[3  This  is  the  field  where  b widen  lie* 

The  pear!  of  ptic°  unknown  j 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife, 

Who  makes  the  pearl  his  owrjc 

4.  Here  confecrateo  water  Hows, 
To  pencil  my  tb'u&  of  C<»  j 


"*9i  H  Y  M  N  5     and  B.  II. 

Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
No  danger  dwells  therein.*] 

5  This  is  the  Judge,  who  eids  the  fhife 
Where  wit  and  reafon     fail  ; 

My   guide  w  everialt-ng  life, 
Thro'  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh,  may  thy  counfels,  mighty  God, 
My  n  ving  feet  command  ; 

Nor  {  forfake  the  happy  road 
Which  leads  to  thy  right  hand  ! 

C  X  X .    The.  Lanu  ami  Goff  el  joined  in  the  Scr:f>iur£« 

1  v's  ItfE  Lord  dclares  his  will, 

And  keeps  the  world  in  i;;ve  ; 
Amidfl  iHe  fmoak  on  Sinai's  hill, 
•  out  his  Jrlery  law. 

2  rhe  Lord  reveal 'd  his  face  ; 
■\nd,  fmiling,  from  above, 

Senu:-  down   the  gofpel  of  his  grr.cs, 
Th'  epifties  o*  his  love. 

3  ThiTe  facred  words  impart 
Our  Maker's  juft  commands  $ 

The  pity  or  his  me  ting  heart 

And  vengeance  of  his  h. 

[4  Hence  we  awake  cur  fear, 
We  draw  car  comfort  hence  ; 
The  arms  of  g"ace  ?.re  treafur'd  herej 
Our  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chri#  crucify'd, 
And  here  I         3  .; 

All  arts  and  ki  :-  befide* 

Will  do  ui  little  good.] 

6  We  lead  the  heav'nly  wm 
We  iafte  the  dfer'd  grace,, 

Obey 


JB.  II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS, 

Obey  the  ftetutes  of  the  Lord, 

And  truft  his  promifes. 
y  In  vain  {hall  Satan  rage 

Againil  a  beck  divine, 
"Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  page, 

Where  beams  of  mercy  mine. 

CXXI. — The  L*<w  and  Go/pel  dijVinguifped. 

n  A  |"^H  S  law  commands,  and'makes  us  know 

J[      What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
But  'tis  the  gofpel  muft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will, 

2  The  law  difcovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  mews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been, 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleaning  grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againil  the  man  who  fails  but  once  ?  ' 
But,  in  the  gofpel,  Chrift  appears 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  ye 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  craw 
Thy  life  and  comforts  from  the  law  ; 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gcfpel  gi 

The  man  who  trulls  the  promife,  live-;. 

CXXIL    Retirement  and  Meditation* 

3  "j\  >T  Y  God,  permit  roe  not  to  be 

JVJL  A  ftranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  .; 
Amidifc  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove3 
Forgetff.:  of  my  higheft  iove. 

2  Why  fhould   my  paffions  mix  vv i 
And  thus  debafe  my  heav'nly  birth  ! 
Wh*]  i 


R 


144  HYMNS     and  I..K. 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefti  and  fenfe, 
One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  rae  thence  ; 

1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  infer'or  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  % 
X-et  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  £nd. 

CXXIII.     Tfo  Benefit  cf  public  Ordinances. 
J     AWAY  from  tv'ry  mortal  care, 

x\.  Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat ; 
We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worfhip  near  thy  feat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  o»rthy  pow'r. 

3  While  here,  our  var'ous  wants  we  mourn. 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  : 

A  nd  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  blefllngs  in  variety, 

[i  If  fatan  rage/and  fin  grow  flrcng, 
Here  we  deceive  fome  chearing  word  | 

^uard  the  gofpel-armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faincc  and  dies, 
(Our  confeience  gall'd  with  inward  £11; 
Here  doth  the  right'ousrfun  arife. 

h  healing  beams  beneath  his  witfg 

6  Father  !  my  foul  would  ftfil  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  ; 

.    my  feet  nuli  hence  depart, 
keep  thy  dwelling  in  ni/  heai 


BVffr     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      fyf 

CXXIV.    Moses,   Aaron,  and  Jos£tfA.i 

i  >~][~A  I  S  not  the  law  of  tea  commands, 

J^      On  holy  Sinai  giv'n  , 

Or  Tent  to, men  by  Mo&S;'  hands, 

Can  br.-tig  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 

2   'Tis  not  the  blood- which  Aaron  fpiltv 

Nor  fmoke  of  fw eeteii  fmell, 
Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt, 

Or  fave  bar  fouls  frcm  hell. 
y  A:rcn,  :he  prieil:  rciigns  his  breath, 
,:-cd'j  immqd'at.e  will  ; 
in  the  dciarc,  yields  zo  ceith 
Upon  :h;  appointed  hill, 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide,, 
The  tribes  of  liVel  iland, 

vShlh  Mofes  feow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  prom  is 'd  land. 

5  Ifr'el  rejoice,  new  *  jofh'a  leads  I 
He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reS.  ; 

So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ioler  and  the  pri?:t. 

CXXV,      Faith   and  Repentance,    UrM&jf  and 

I   T    FFE  and  'immortal  joys  are  given 

\_j  To  fouls  who  mourn  the  fins  donc^ 

Children  of  wrath  made  be  ir    . 
By  faith  in  God's  eiernal  Son, 

z  Woe  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 
The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 
But  adds  to  ail  his  crying  g^'it 
•  fto  of  unbelief 

3  The 

• The,  *mi  'With  J  cuts,  and  'JigmJUi§fian  i 


19S  HYMNS     an»; 

3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
He  feals  the  curfe  cu  his  own  head, 
AtA  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

CXXVI.      God  glorified  in  the  Go/pel 

y  r  I  %  H  E  Lord,  defcending  from  above* 

JL      Invite?  his  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  lore 
play  their  glories  here. 

.2  Here,  in  the  gofpel's  wond'rous  frame, 

Frefh  wfdom  we  may  view  ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
nd  whatever  .hey  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 
Thy  wonders  here  we  trace  ; 

thro'  all  the  my  Y:y  fhlna;, 
It  Klines  in  Jefus'  face. 

4  The  lavv  its  beft  cbed'cnce  cives 
To  car  incarnate  Gon  ; 

thy  revenging  justice  (hows 

Its  honors  in  his  blood. 

5  Bat  ftill  the  luftre  of  thy  grace 

.noughts  employs  ; 

ene  with  brighter  rays, 

And  mere  exalts  our  joys. 

CXXVII.      Circumcifion  and  Baptifm — 
{Written  only  for  tboje  whs  -practice  the  Jfapti/m 

cf  Infants.) 

1  /-y-*TTTJ'3  did  the  fens  of  Abra'm  rafs 

J^  >ody  feal  of  grace  ! 

The  you 
'Till  C 

2  E  ve 

.'*  is  love  ; 


S.IL      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      197 

He  Teals  to  faints  his  glor'ous  grace, 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Their  children  fet  a  part  for  God  ; 
His  fpirit  on  their  offspring  (bed, 

Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint,  with  chearful  volce^ 
Jn  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children,  in  their  early  days. 
Shall  give-  the  God  of  Abra'm  praife. 

CXXVIIL     Corrupt  Nature  from  Adam* 

LEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
Adam,  our  Father,  flood  5 
'Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  tofeofe, 
And  e3t  th'  unlawful  food. 

2.  Now  we  are  born  a  fens'al  race, 

T®  finful  joys  inclined  ; 
Reafon  has  loft  its  native  place, 

And  flsfh  enflaves  the  mind. 

3  While  fie(h,©r  fenfe,  or  palSon  reigns^ . 
Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  : 

We  fancy  mufk  in  our  chains,. 
And  fo  forget  our  load. 

4  Great  God  !  renew  our  ruin'd  frame,  - 
Cur  broken  pow'rs  reftore  ; 

Infpire  us  vvith  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  flefh  fhall  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  fpirit  !   write  thy  law 
Upon  our  inward  parts  ; 

And  let  the  /econd  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  oar  hearts. 

CXXIX 


i$$  K  Y  M  N  S     anO  *.  H. 

CXXIX.      «Pi  w*tt  hy  Faith,  not  by  Sight. 

I  *''~]rA  I  3   by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

j^      We  walk  tiiro'  defarts  dark  as  night, 
pTiil  v?e  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

z  The  war.:  offight  me  well  fupplies— 
She  makes   the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 
Far  into  diftant  worlds  fne  pries,. 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Chearful  we  tread  the  defarc  throug 
While  faith  collects  the  heav'nly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempefts  blovv3. 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
And  hYd  his  seal  along  the  road. 

CXXa.      The  nt-JO   Creation. 

i      A    T  TEND,  while  God's  exalted  Sea 

jfj^   Doth  his  own  glories  mew  : 
■rt  . Behold,  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 

J<   Creating  all  things  new.. 

'*  2  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 

'*   And  the  old  Adam  dies  ; 
rc  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay—* 

"  See  the  new  world  a  rife. 

'«  3  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  Right'oufnefs 

**  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
**  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 

tf  My  glory  mall  partake. " 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  ae  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  : 
■•©h,  make  my  foul  alive  to  Thee, 

QrOte  new  pow'rs  wiihin  ; 

5  Renew 


SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      ygp 

j  Rpnew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears,, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrelh  ; 
Give  me  new  pafiioas,  joys  and  fears, 

And  turn  the  ilone  tOlefh'. 

5  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  de*:  — ■ 
From  fin,  and  earth,  and  he!!  ; 

In  the  new  world  which  gracehas!  :aade^ 
I  would  forever  dwell, 

CXXXL   The  Excellency  o/CbriJlian  Rellgiss, 

1   T"     E  T  everlafting  glories  crown 

I  j  Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  ;, 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvatio.n  down, 
And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  word. 

[2  What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan  ? 
There  (hall  be  no  religion  "band 
Sojuii  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  conference  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon  ; 

With  longdefpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
'Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  blefied  truths  agree  1 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promifes,  how  ftrong  they  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  or  comfort  ftands  * 

[5   Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nifh  blifa 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  3 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 
Pretend  to  joy  fo  well  refin'd.] 

6  Should  all  the  forms  which  men  devifej 
AiTault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 

I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  she  gofpel  to  ray  heart, 

CXXXII, 


200  H   V    M   N  S       AND  B.  II. 

— CXXXri.    The  Offices  o/ChM^ 

1  TI7E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

y  y      Who  comes  with  truth  and  grace  ; 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit,  aad  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  rev'rence  our  High-Prieit  above. 
Who  offer'd  up  his  blood, 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honor  our  exalted  King  ; 
How  fweet  are  his  commands  I 

He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin3 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glor'ous  name, 
Who  faves  by  diif'rent  ways  ; 

His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 
XXXIII.   The  Operations  of  the  Holy  fyriU 

ETERNAL  Spirit  !  we  confefs, 
And  ling  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; . 
pow'r  conveys  our  blei&ngs  down 
:  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  beav'nly  ray, 
Our  fhades  and  darknefs  tern  to  day  : 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 

d anger,  and  cur  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glery  work  within, 
And  -  chains  of  reigning  fin; 

.'Gas  Info  fubdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

.4.  The  troubled  conference  knows  thy  voice, 

ning  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  woids  a}|ay  ihef.ormy  wind,. 
h  I.!  <:aim  the  furges  of  the  mind* 

CXXXIV, 


f,      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      2&I 

CXXXIV.     Circumcifion  ahotifoea. 

1  >"TTS  H  E  promife  was  divinely  free9 

J^      Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 
et  I  will  the  God  of  Abra'm  be. 
»■«   And  of  his  nam'rous  race." 

2  He  faid — aad,  with  a  bloody  feal, 
Confirm'd  the  words  he  fpcke  ; 

Long  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  feel 
The  fiiarp  and  painful  yoke. 

3  'Till  God's  own  Son,  defcending  low, 
Gave  his  own  rlelh  to  bleed  ; 

x^nd  Gentiles  taile  the  bieiHngs  new, 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4.  The  God  of  Abra'm  claims  our  praife, 

His  promifes  endure  ; 
And  Chri£,  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways, 

Makes  the  falvattbri  fare. 

CXXXV.     %yfes  and  Prophecies  of  'tijfcifc 

XJ  £  H  O  L  D   the  woman's  proraisfd  feed, 

1  jQt   Behold  the  great  Me  5  1 

aid  'the  prophets  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuper'or  room  I 

2  Abra'm,  the  faint,  rejoie'dof  olda 
When  Vjfions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  1 

is  the  Man  of  God,  foiei 
I  lis  great  fulfilicr  of  his  liw. 

2  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  nssje, 
tain'd  their  chief  defign,  and  cess'd 
The  incenfe,  and  the  bleeding  Lan 
^;k,  the, altar,  and  tfee  prieic. 

»  in         ■     j  ■ ' 

j 


act  HYMNS"     ki(B  WM 

CXXXVI.     Miracles  at  the  Birth  cf  Chrift. 

1  ^TT^  H  E  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

J^      To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold,  the  midnight  bright  as  noon. 
And  heav'nly  hofts  declare  his  birth  ! 

i  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  I 
An  unknown  {Ur  aroie,  and  led 
The  eaflern  Higcs  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  in  Ian:  Savieur  to  px-odajag  j 
Inward  they  Felt  the  -    c , 

And  billed  ihc  babe,  and  own'd  his  nai 

4  Tiio*  Jew  and  Greeks  blafpherr>e  aloud, 

lareat  the  hoiy  Chi  id  with  fcorn  ; 
Our  ftuls  adore  th'  eternal  God, 
Who  condefeehded  to  be  bom. 

CXXXVII.    fcfo  /»  /ft  £7/>,   2>foz/$,   ^;?<f 
Refarre&isn  of  Chri/i. 

j   7)EHOLD   the  !  !ipd  their  fight  receive  I 

rs  !  and  the  lame 
Leap  tike  Lhe  1  ...  blefshis  name  I 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  mi  (lion  ct  the  Son  ;< 

Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
'While  hd  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies  !    the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood  ; 

rifes — and  appears  a  God  : 
:•  Lord  afcending  high, 
*  to  blsed,   no  more  to  cie    \ 

,  and  forever,  from  my  hz..:t 
.•  iepaft  i 


7,11.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS,    203 

And  to  thofe  hands  my  fool  refign, 
Which  bear  credentials  To  divine. 

CXXXVIII.    The  Power  of  the  Go/pel 

3  /-y%  HI  S  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

Jt      Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  1 
Jehovah  hers  refolves  to  fhew 
"What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  ; 

This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues, caa 
Keftore  the  ruin'd  creature,  man. 

3  This  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cioath'd  afreih  ; 
And  hearts  pf  ftone  are -turn'd  to  8efh« 

[4  Where  fatan  reign'd  in  (hades  of  night* 
-The  gofpel  flrikes  a  heav'nly  light  ; 
Our  Iufts  its  wondrous  pow'r  controuls. 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.] 

[5   Lions  and  hez&s,  of  favage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftrange, 
=Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.] 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  ibul  renew  ; 
Let  finners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  j 
The  word  which  faves  me,  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage; 

C XXXIX.    The  Example  of  Chrift, 

l  1\  IT  Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 

lyji   l  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Prawa  out  in  living  characters* 

z  Suck 


,04  H  Y  M  N  3     and  I. 

• 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal- 
Such  def'ren'ce  to  thy  Father's  will — 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs,  fo  divine, 

I  would  tranferibe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnefs  the  ferv»r  or  thy  pray'r  ; 

The  defart  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vidVry  too. 

A  Be  thou  my  pattern — make  me  bear 
JMore  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  mall  own  my  name 
Among  the  foliVers  of  the  Lamb. 

C  X  L .     Ex  amp  les  of  Chrift  and  the  Sain  U . 

^  I  V  E   me  the  wings  c'f  faith,  to  rife 
\y  Within  the  veil,  and  fee       ( 
aints  above  how  great  their  joys — 
bright  their  glories  be  ? 

nee  they  were  mourning  here  below, 
.    couch  with  tears  ; 
'.     i  ard,  as  we  do  now, 

d  doubts,  and  fears. 

nee  their  vicl'rycam?  I 
united  breath, 

:o  the  Lamb  ; 
,  to  his  d 

raark'd  the  footfteps  which  he 
I  their  ore  aft) 
their  im 
P< 
r   O  der  claims  qui 

i  giv'n  ; 
'While    Ue  lrtf*g  cloud  of  witnefle* 
bh.rv  iiie  iaxne  path  to  beav'g. 


©.tf.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      2^ 

CXLI.     Faith  atfjltd  by  Senfe* 
3  7^  /F  Y  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince,, 

i.VJL    Reigns  *aT  abeve  the  &ies  ! 
3ut  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  faith  to  rife. 

.3  My  eyes  and  cars  feall  blefs  his  name* 

They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 
My  touch  and  tafte  &all  do  the  fame* 

When  they  receive  the  Lord. 
3  Baptifmal  water  is  defignM 

To  feal  his  cieanfing  grace  ; 
While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wins^ 

He  gives  his  faints  a  place  : 

js  But  not  the  waters  of  a  fiood 

Can  make  my  flelh  (o  clean  ; 
As  by  his  fpirit,  and  his  blood* 

He'll  warn  my  foul  from  fin. 

5  Not  choiced  meats,  or  nobleft  wines, 
So  much  my  heart  refresh, 

As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  iigns^       ■  * 
And  feeds  upon  his  rlelh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  itoops  folow, 
To  giye  his  word  a  feal  : 

But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beitasy, 
Exceeds  the  figures  ftili. 

CXLII.     Faith  in  ChriS  our  Sacrifice* 

1   ]^J  O  T  ail  the  blood  of  beails 
X^    On  Jewi4  aita^  fhin, 
Oeuld  give  the  guilty  confcienc*  peace* 
Or  waft  away   the  ilaia. 

T  Bat  CI   'w,  the  heav'nly  Lanab, 
T^i^s  all  our  fias  away  5 

A  facrifice 
S 


HYMNS     am 

A  facrifke  of  nobler  name, 

And  richer  blood  than  th?y. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 

While,  like  a  penitent,  I  fland, 
And  there  confefs  my  fin. 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  burdens  thou  didft  bear, 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there* 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 
To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 

We  blefs  the  lamb  with  cheaiful  voice, 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

CXLIII.     Flejh  and  Spirit. 

I  TT7HAT  difF  rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fm 
W     Attend  our  mo.-ta)  ftate  ? 

1  hate  the  thoughts  which  work  within, 

And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die, 
While  fin  and  fatan  reign  : 

Nor  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  So  darknefs  ftruggles  with  the  lights 
'Till  perfect  day  arife  ; 

Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fight 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  fiefli  and  fpl 
And  vex,  and  break  my  pc. 

Eut  I  fhall  quit  this  mortal  hfe, 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 


V.     The  Effufion  of  the  Spit 

^REAT  was  the  day,  ^he  joy  war  j 
'7beu  the  divine  difciphs  met  ; 


£li.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Whilfl  on.  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  fac  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame: 
z  What  gifts,  what  'miracles  he  gave  ( 
And  pcjnv'r  to  give,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
Furniffi'd  their  tprigues  with  vvond'rous  wore? 
.    rr.d  fpears,  and  f words. 

3  Thus  arm'd,  he  Tent  hiscb:mp'ons  forth* 

■It,  from  fouth  to  north  ; 
*•  Go,  an  J  mr  Saviour's  caufe ; 

s*  Go,  fpread  |Ke  myCcry  of  his  crofs. 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Gt  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  cur  ftubborn  paflions  bow, 
And  lay  the  prcudefi:  rebel  low  ! 

j;  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heavenly  arms  fubdu'd  j 
While  Satan  rzgzs  at  his  lofs, 
And  hates  the  doclrine  of  the  crofs, 

6   Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdne==^ 

1  weuld  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  ring  the  vicTries  of  his  word. 

CXLV.     Sight  thro*  a  Glafs,  and  Face  to  Fact* 

3  TT  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace, 
J[  Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen, 

And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come^ 
To  change  my  faith  to  fight  ! 

I  mould  beheld  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light, 

3  Kafte,  my  beloved,  and  remo\'e 

s  inserpofiog  days  ; 
§  z 


2Qt  HYMNS       AND 

Then  (hall  my  paiHons  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 

CXLVI.     The  Vanity  of  Creature:. 

1  "T^yTANhasa  foal  of  vaft  defires, 
lVi  ^£  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires  ! 

Toil  to  and  fro,  his  paSions  fiy 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain,  en  earth,  we  hope  to  find 
Some  iblid  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try  new  pleafarcs — but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirft*  and  torment  ftiiL 

3  So,  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide  fey  turns  ;' 
And  'tis  a  poer  relief  we  gain, 

To  change  the  place  but  keep  the  paim 

4  Great  God  !  fubdue  this  vicious  thirft5 
This  love  to  fanity  and  duft  ; 

Cure  this  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  foals  with  joys  refin'd. 

CXLVI  J.  The  Creation  if  the  World,  Gen.  t 
*   «  1^  TOW  Jet  the  fpacious  world  arife," 

JL^    Said   the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th*  obed'ent  earth  and  ikies 
R'ofe  n't  His  fov'ieign  word. 

f  2  Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 
Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 

He  call'd  the  ligfet — the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bidi  the  clouds  afcend  on  high  ^ 

The  clouds  afcend,  and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treafurc  to  the  fky, 

And  float  on  ibfter  air. 

4,  The  liquid  element  below, 
Was  gather'd  by  his  hand  ? 


B,  II.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS,     209 

The  rolling  Teas  together  fiovy, 
And  leave  the  (olid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  flow'ry  birth). 
The  naked'giobe  he  crown'd, 

E'er  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth* 
Or  fan  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  fkies^ 
Behold  the  fun  appears  ; 

The  moon  and  ftars,  in  order  rife, 
To  mark  out  months  and  years. 

7  Out  of  the  deep  th'  almighty  King 
Did  vital  beinga  frame  ; 

The  painted  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  fifli  of  ev'  ry  name, 

%  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wond'rous  birth  : 
And  grazing  beafb,  of  var'ous  fons 

P\o(e  from  the  teeming  earth, 

9  Adam  was  ftam'd  of  equal  clay^, 

Thr/  (ov'reign  of  the  reft, 
Deiign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they  ; 

With  God's  own  image  blefi. 

30  Thus,  glor'ous  in  the  Maker's  eye^ 

The  young  creation  flood  ; 
He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 

His  word  pionounc'd  it  good. 

21   Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  fland?;. 

Thy  praife  (hall  fill  my  tongue  : 
But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 

A  more  exalted  fong..,v 

CXLVIIi:     God   reconciled  in  Chvift, 

1  "]  I  RE  ST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jems,  and  my  Go©  ! 

Who 
S3 


ii#  H  Y  M  N  S     an*  3.  II. 

Who  can  refift  thy  heav'n'y  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  bleed  f 

22  'TIs  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  i wiles  again  ; 
•Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 

The  fpirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  'Tiii  God,  in  human  flefh,  I  fee. 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find. 

The  holy,  jaft,  and  facred  Three 
Ate  terrors  to  my  mine. 

4  But  if  Imman'ei's  face  appear* 
My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 

Xiis  name  forbids  my  fiavim  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  fins. 

£  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  relyv 

And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boall  ; 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 

And  there  I  fix  my  trail. 

CXUX.      Honor  to  Magiftrates. 

I   T?TERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  <ky5 

|p,/   And  Lord  of.all  below, 
We,  mortals,  to  thy  Majefty 

Our  nrft  obed'ence  owe. 

z  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupremeP 

And  bl^fs  thy  providence, 
JFor  magiftrates,  of  meaner  name, 

Our  gloxy  and  defence. 

£3  The  rulers  of  thofe  ftates  lhall  mine 

With  raya  above  the  reft* 
"Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 

To  aiake  the  natioi^biefs'd.} 

^  Kingdoms  00  f.rra  foundations  fbnd> 
While  \mu%  frfida  reward  ; 


SONGS*       in 

£x\d  finners  perifh  horn  the  land* 
By  juiHce,  and  the  (word, 

5  Le:  Caefarrs  due  be  ever  paid 

To  Caefat*and  kis  throne ; 
But  Coniciciices  and  fouls  were  made 

To  be  the  Lord's  alone. 

CL.     The  Deceitfulntfs  of  Si*. 

1  O  I  NT  has  a  thoufand  treacherous  arts 
^3   To  practice  on  the  mi«d  ; 

With  flatt'ring  looks  (he  tempts  oar  hearu* 

But  leaves  a  ftias  behind. 
«^ 

2  With  names  of  virtue  (he  deceives 
The  aged  aid  the  young  ; 

And.  while  the  heedlcfs  wretch  believes^ 
She  makes-  ftis  rettery  ilrong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  {lie  brings 
And  gives  a  fair  pretence  ; 

Sue  cheats  the  foal  of  heav'nly  things., 
And  chains  it  down  to  fenfe. 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divinely  fair, 
Grer/  the  forbidden  food  ; 

Our  mother  took  the  potion  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

CLI.      Pnphtcy  and  Infpiraiion* 

3  *"y*  W  A  S  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

X      The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  word, 
His  fpirit  did  their  tongues  iafpire, 
And  warm'd  their  hearts  with  heuv'nly  fire. 

2  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wro'r, 
Con  firm  Jd  the  njeflTages  thev  brought  ; 

The  prophet's    pen  foeceedshis  breuh, 
To  lave  the  holy  words  from  death. 

3  Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pltafure  look 
Oa  the  dear  vehme  of  thy  book  $ 


2*2  H    Y    M   U   3      AKB 

There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
And  read  his  name  who  dy'd  for  me, 
a.  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
lie  loft,  and  vanidi  in  the  wind  ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  iecure — 
This  is  my  word,  and  mull  endure. 

CLII.     Sinai  and  Sion,  Heb.  xii.  wr.  18.  Z?s; 

i  T^T  O  T  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
^_%|    The  tempeft,  fire,  and  fmoke  5 

Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke. 

2  But  we  are  come  *o  Zion's  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God, 

Where  miicer  words  declare  his  will* 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  th'  innumerable  hoft 
Of  angels  tloatb'd  in  light  V 

Behold  thJ  fpirits  of  the  juft, 
Whofe  faith  is  turn'd  10  fight  I 

4  Behold  the  blefs'd  aflembly  there3. 
Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  I 

And  God,   the  judge  of  ali,  declares 
Their  vile  ft  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints,  on  earth,  and  all  the  dea£.> 
Bet  o-.e  communion  make  ; 

All  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  23  this 

My  wean    foul  would  reft  : 
The  man  who  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 
Muft  be  for  ever  bleft. 

CL1II.   Di  (temper  3  folly ,  and  madnefs  of  fin, 
*Z  O  I  N",  like  a  venomous  diieafe, 
O  J&fe&s  on^ritai  bleed  : 


£  IL     SPIRITUAL     SONGS,      zij 

The  only  balm  is  fov'reign  grace, 
Aad  the  phyfician,   God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 
And  we  draw  near  to  death  ; 

But  Chrift,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  kis  almighty  breath. 

3  Madrrefs,  by  nature,  reigns  witkin. 
The  pafHons  burn  and  rage  : 

'Till  God's  own  Son,  with  ifcill  divine. 
The  inward  fire  affuage. 

[4  We  lick  the  dun.,   we  grafp  the  wind, 

And  folid  £ood  defpife  : 
Sach  is  the  foilv  of  the  mind, 

'Tiil  Jefus  makes  us  wife. 

I  We'give  oar  fouls  the  wousds  thsy  feel, 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gall,  . 
And  ru(h,  with  fury,  down  to  hell  ; 

But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall.] 

JJ6  The  man  pcffefs'd  among  the  tomb?, 

Cuts  his  own  rlem,and  cries  : 
He  foamg  and  raves, 'till  jefus  comes, 

And  the  foul  fpiru  flies.] 

CLIV.     Self-Ri^teemfne/s  InJufficienU 

a  ;r  TI  THERE  are  the  i*iourners,faitb  theLor  £> 

yy     «<  Who  wait  and  tremble  at  my  word  I 
*'  Who  walk  in  darknefs  all  the  day  ? 
**  Come,  make  my  name  your  trufl  and  flay, 

7 2  *•   No  works,  nor  duties,  of  your  own, 

'*   Can  for  the  i mallei  fin  atone  ; 

-'  Tke  robes  which  nature  may  provide,. 

"  Will  not  your  lesfb  pollution  hide. 

3  "  The  fofteil  couch  which  nature  knows, 

«'  Can  give  the  conscience  no  reaaie  s 

"  Losk 


214  H  Y  M  MS     a*# 

e<  Look  to  my  right'cufnefs,  and  live  ; 
«*  Ccaafort  and  peace    are  mine  to  giv     ] 

4  '«  Ye  Tons  of  pride,  who  kindle  coals 
•*  With  your  own  hands  to  warm  your  i 
«f  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
*'  Enjoy  the  fparks  which  you  deiire. 

5  "  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands  ; 
Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands  ; 

'•   Ye  mall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 
'*  In  death,  in  darknefs,  i\tS* 

CLV.     Cbrift  cur  Paffiver* 

3    T    O,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 

JL^  ^°  Pharaoh's  flub  bora  land  * 
The  piide  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 

By  his  vindictive  hand. 

%  He  pafs'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  pourM  the  wrath  divine  ; 
He  faw  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 

And  Ulefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 
3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  mail  bleeds 

To  break  the  Egyptian  yoke  ; 
Thus  JiVel  is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  'icapes  the  angel's  ftroke. 

H  \.r,rd3  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  to© 
With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine  ; 
ice  no  Jonger  would  parfue 
This  guilty  foul  of  mine, 

5  Jefus,  our  p?fTover,  was  flain, 

And  has  at  once  procured 
Freedom  from  fatan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  fword* 

C  L  V I .     Preemption  o.nd  D  :/■  t  ■ 
i  Y  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  char* 
J  hate  ius  fiatt'ring  breatb  ; 


.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS. 

The  Terpen t  takes  a  thoufand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreamy 
Or  kills  with  flaviih  fear  ; 

And  holds  us  fUll  in  wide  extremes, 
Preemption,  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  how  eafy  'tis 
To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ; 

Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries 
They  cannot  be  forgiv'n. 

[4  He  bids  young  finners yet  forbear 

To  think  of  God,  or  death  ; 
se  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 

"  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged  they  muft  dieP 

ce    And  'tis  too  late  to  pray  ; 
.ee  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 

**   For  they  have  loft  their  day.s> 

j5  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mifchier  and  deceit  ; 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  doy/a 

To  darknefs  jand  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  Go 0,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 

Let  him  in  darknefa  dwell  ; 
And,  that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more. 

Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

CLVIL     The  fame. 

1  7*k"Y  ^  W  fatan  ccmes  with  dreadfai  foar> 

JJ\j     And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
He  worries  whom  he  can't  devour, 

With  a  malicious  joy. 

;*  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  rzge, 
Reiift,  and  he'll  l?e  gcae  ; 

Tim 


*\%  H  Y  M  N  S    an»  B.  K. 

Thus  did  ©ur  deareft  Lord  engage 
And  vanquifh  him  aione. 

3  Now  he  appears  alrnoft  divine, 
Like  innocence  and  love  ; 

But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within, 
When  he  affumes  the  dove. 

4  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue, 
Ye  Tons  of  Adam,  fly  ; 

Our  parents  found  the  fnaie  too  ftrong, 
Nor  mould  the  childien  try. 

CLVIII.   Few  favscl :  Or,  The  ah;  oft  Chrifiian, 
the  HvpQc.  ite,  and  the  dpojiate. 

1  TjROAD  is   the  road  which  leads  to  deaths 
J3  And  thoafands  walk  together  there  j 

But  wifdom  (hews  3  narr'wer  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  cc  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  rauft  count  her  gold  but  drofs,      / 
If  (lie  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,  who  tires  and  faints. 
And  walks  the  way?  of  God  no  more, 

}s  but  eficttn'dalmd/  a  faint. 

And  makes  bis  own  deduction  fare. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  mv  hopes  be  vain; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 

This  hypocrites  did  ne'er  strain. 
And  falfe  Apoftates  never  knew. 

CL1X.  Unconverted  Stats  :  Or,  Convert 

r   •"""^REAT  King  of  glory,  endofgr^ce! 

Xjjf  V/eown,  with  kumlwe  ftiame, 
How  vile  is  cur  degenerate  race. 

And  our  £rft  Father's  name  ! 

I    I 


Soil.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    217 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood. 

The  poifon  reigns  within  ; 
Makes  us  averie  to  all  that's  good., 

And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 

{3  Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws, 

And  then  rejedl  thy  grace  ; 
Engag'd  in  the  old  ferpent's  caufe, 

Againft  our  Maker's  face.] 

.4  We  live  eftrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  ciflance  well  ; 
With  haite  we  run.  the  dang'rou?  road. 

Which  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reftor'd  ? 
Such  natures  made  divine  ? 

Let  iinners  fee  thy  glory,  Lord, 
And  feel  the  pow'r  of  thine. 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  high, 
Who  his  own  fp irit  fends 

To  bring  rebell'ous  Grangers  nigh, 
And  turn  his  fees  lo  friends. 

CLX.      Culiom  in  Si&i 

1  T     E  T  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
&_j  Put  off  the  fpots  which  nature  gives  ; 

Then  mav  the  wicked  turn  to  God. 

And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives: 

2  As  well  mi^ht  Ethiopia^  Haves 
Waflh  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fein  ; 

The  deid   as  *\  ell  may  I'ave  their  graves, 
As  old  tranfgrefTors  ceafe  to  Hn. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  lead  co.-.rroal  ; 
None  bat  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  feu!. 

4  Great 
T 


c.iS  K  Y  M  N  S     and  B.Ik 

4  Great  God  !  I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
Whichfoon  can  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

1  wou  Id  be  fo/m'd  anew,  and  blefs 
The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

CLXI.      Cbrijiian  Virtues. 

i   Q  TRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  flrait? 

^  Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
sTis  but  a  few  who  find  the  gate, 

While  crowds  miftake,  ana  die. 

2  Beloved^//  muft  be  ceny'd, 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 

Pafiion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd, 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

[3  Fleft  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flelh  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 

Left  they  deftroy  our  fouls.] 

4  The  love  of  Gold  be    baniuYd  hence; 
(That  vile  idolatry) 

And  ev'ry  member,  ev^y  Tenfe 
In  fweet  fubjecticn  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  powV, 
Require?  a  ftrong  reftraint  : 

We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

C  I  ord  !   can  a  feeble,  helplefs  worm, 

Fujfil  a  talk  (o  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  mull  all  my  work  perform, 

And  give  the  free  reward. 

CLXIL     Meditation  cf  Heaven. 

1  1\/T  ^  thoughts  Surmount  thefe  lower  ikies, 
j_\  J    And  look  within  tie  veil  ; 

There  fprings  of  endle<fs  pleafure  rife, 
Whofe  waters  never  fail. 

2  There 


B>IL      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      r*9 

?  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight, 

The  bleffed   Three  in  One  ; 
And  ftrong  affections  fix  my  fight 

On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  {rands  for  ever  firm, 
His  grace  mall  ne'er  depart  ; 

He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feais  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  which  nature  bring** 
How  fnort  our  forrows  are, 

Wh-en,  with  eternal ,  future  things, 
The  prefect  we  compare. 

5  I  would  not  be  a  ilranger  dill 
To  that  casleft'al  place, 

Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  ray  Redeemer's  face* 

CLXIII.  Complaint  of  defertion  and  temptations* 

1  T^EAR  Lord  '.behold  our  fore  diftrefe  ; 
^L/  Our  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 

Stretchout  thine  arm  ofconqu'iing  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  ilain. 

2  The  Lion,  with  his  dreadful  roar, 
Affrights  thy  feebler  (heep  : 

Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r, 

And  chain  Jiim  to  the  deep. 
3.  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  I 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mournings  never  reach  mine  ear  I 

Nor  tears  affect  thine  eye  ? 
4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal's  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood  % 
An  advocate,  fo  near  the  throne, 
zds  and  prevails  with  God* 

5  H* 


220  HYMNS     and  B.IL 

5  He  bought  the  Spirit's  powerful  fvvord, 
To  flay  our  deadiy  foes  : 

Gur  fins  mail  die  beneath  thy  word, 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 

6  How  bound Iefs  is  our  Father's  grace, 
In  heighth,  and  depth,  and  length  I 

He  made  his  Son  our  right'oufnefs, 
His  Spirit  is  our  flrength. 

CLXTV.     The  End  of  the  World. 

1  \KT  H  Y  ^ouId  t]lls  earth  delight  us  Co  >' 

V  V     Why  mould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow. 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies. 

3  While  time  his  fharpeft  teeth  prepares 

Our  comforts  to  devour  ; 
There  is  a  land  above  the  flars, 

And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

3  Nature  fnall  be  difiblv'd  and  die—, 
The  fun  muft  end  his  race  : 

The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly, 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glor'ous  morning  rife  ? 
When  the  lafl  trumpet  found  ? 

And  call  the  nations  to  the  ikies, 
From  underneath  the  ground  ? 

CLX  V.      Unfrtitfulnefr,  Ignorance,  and  unfanc- 
tified  Affeftions. 

i  J    ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found, 
JL*  Of  thy  Salvation,  Lord  ; 

ftill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  hear  almcfi  in  vain  : 

how 


B.  II.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      221 

How  fraall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain  I 

[3   My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod. 

And  bleffings  of  thy  throne  I 

4  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love  ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 

How  few  afFeclions  there  !] 

5;  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart^ 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs  ; 
Write  thy  fa'vation  in  my  heart. 

And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 

And  love  fhall  never  die,. 

GLXVL     The  Divine  Perfe8ions, 
1  TJ  O  W  fhall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God, 

X  JL  That  infinite  Unknown  ? 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode, 

Or  venture  near  his  throne  ?■ 

[2  The  great  Invifible  !   He  dwells 

Conceal'd  in  dazz'ling  light  ; 
But  his  all-fearching  eye  reveals 

The  fecrets  of  the  night.. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  wh/ch  never  fleep, 

Survey  the  world  around  : 
His  wifdom  is  a  boundiefs  deep, 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.] 

[4  Speak  we  of  lirength  ?  His  arm  is  iUcng, 
Tq  fave  or  to  deftroy  ; 

Infinite 
T3 


izz  HYMN  S     akd  B.H. 

Infinite  years  his  life  prolong, 
And  endiefs  is  his  joy.] 

[5  Ke  knows  no'madow  cf  a  change, 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth   remains, 

To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  & 
How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

His  anger  and  his  jealouly 
Burn  like  devouring  flame* 

7  Juftice,  upon  a  dreadful  throne, 
Maintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 

While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  dowss*, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

S  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King^ 

Speak  fome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fmg 

The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

CLXVII.     The  Divine  Perfeffions. 

a./^REAT  God  !  thy  glories  mall  employ* 

VJT  My  holy  fear3  my  humble  joy  ! 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honor,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

(2  Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown*  . 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 
All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 
.And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r  what  mortal  know:  I 
If  he  command  who  dare  oppofe  ? 

"With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 

4  Who  (hall  pretend  to  teach  him  (kill  ? 
i)i  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  ? 

*  Hi* 


B.IL       SPIRITUAL     SON-GS.       225 

His  wifdom,  like  a  Tea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beycnd  our  line, 

5  His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immortal  jealoufy  ; 

He  hates  the  ions  of  pride — and  fheds  • 
His  fiery  vengeance  on  their  heads. 

6  The  beamings  of  his  piercing  fight. 
Bring  dark  hypocriiy  to  light  ; 
Death  and  deilruflion  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncoverd  to  his  eye. 

7  Th'  eternal  law  before  him  ftands  5  - 
His  juftice,  with  impartial  hands, 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 

Or  by  the  fceptre,  or  the  fword 

8  His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Wafhes  our  loads  of  guilt  away  ; 

While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy*c9 . 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide. 

9  Each  of  his  words  demand  my  faith* 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  ; 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
The  larger:  promife  cf  his  lips.] 

10  Oh,  tell  me,  with  a  gentle  voice, 
Thou  art  my  God— ana  i'il  rejoice  I 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  bnghtefl  honors  of  thy  name. 

CLXVIII.     The  fame. 

5    TEHOViiH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high— 

J    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty  ; 
His  gbry  mines  with  beams  fo  bright, 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 

2.   His  tenors  keep  the  wcrM  in  awe, 
His  juftice  guards  his  holv  law 5 

Kb 


a?4  HYMNS     and  B.  II. 

His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 
Kis  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 

3  Thro'  all  his  works  his  wifdom  mines, 
And  bafHes  fatan's  deep  defigns  ; 

Kis  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fultil 
The  noblefi  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glor'ous  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father,  and  my  Friend  f 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join— 
Keav'n  is  fecure3  if  Gob  be  mine. 

CLXIX.     The  fame. 

i  *  g  ^  H  E  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
J[      His  throne  is  built  on  high  l 
The  garments  he  afiair.es, 
Are  light  and  majefty  : 
His  glories  mine 
With  beams  fo  bright,, 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  light. 

2.  The  thunders  of  his  hand 
Keep  the  wide  werld  in  awe  i 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ftsmd 
To  guard  his  holy  law  : 

And  where  his  iovc 

Refolves  to  biefs, 

His  truih  confirms 

And  Teals  the  grace; 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  pow'r s  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  deiigns  \ 
Strong  is  his  arm, 
And  mall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
His  fov 'reign  will. 

6  4  And- 


B.  II.      SPI  RITUAL    SONGS, 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefcend  r 
And  will  he  write  his  name 
My  Father  and  my  friend  ? 

I  love  his  name, 
I  love  his  word  ; 
Join  all  my  pow'rs 
And  praife  the  Lord. 

CLXX.   God  inccmpshsnfMe  end Hover eigtet. 

[i  f^i  A  N  creatures  to  perfe&ion  rind 

\_^j  Th'  eternal  uncreated  mind  ? 
Or  can  the  largeft  ilretch  of  thought 
Meafure  and  iearch  his  nature  out  ? 

2  'Tis  high  as  heav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell, 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  Iky, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  en  high. 

3  But  man,,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  5 
.born  like  a  wild  young  colt,  he  files 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind, 

And  Smells  and  fnufrs  the  empty  wind.] 

4  God  is  a  King  of  pow'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  : 
If  he  refolve  who  dare  oppofe, 

Or  afk  him  why  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart*  and  he  makes  whole 
He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul  : 

When  he  (hats  up  in  long  defpalr, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  I 

6  He  frown?,  and  darknefs  vales  the  moonv 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  : 

The  pillars  of  heavVs  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and  Hart  at  his  reproof. 

7  He- 


7  He  gaye  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferp-nt  and  the  worm  • 

lie  breaks  the  billows  with  his  brea'th 
And  imites  the  foqs-of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  • 
But  who  (hail  dare  deicribe  his  face  t 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  (ran<$ 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  hh  hand,. 


Ewo  cf  TMg  Second  Booj:, 


300IC 


BOOK        III. 

Prepared    for    the'  holy    Ordinance    of  the 
L  O  R  D*s      SUPPER. 


I.  The  Lord's 'Supper  injihuted,   I  Cor.  xi.  23. 

j  '/-pWAS  on  that  dark,   that  doleful  night* 

When  pow'rs  and  hell  arofe 
Againft  the  Sen  of  God's  delight. 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 
2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 
He  took  the  bread  and  biefs'd  and  brake  2 
What  love  though  all  his  aclionsran  ! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  fpake  ; 

3  This  ismy  body,,  broke  for  fin» 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  : 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  biefs'd  the  wine  5 
5Tis  the  newcav'nant  in  my  blood. 
[4  For  t»s  his  flelh-with  nails  was  torn3 
He  bore  the  fcourge.  he  felt  the  thorn  : 
And  juftice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
'Its  heavy  vengeance,  :<n  cur  ftead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  wvc.  fpilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  puilt  ; 
When,  for  black  Grimes  of  biggeil  fize, 
He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifice. 

6  f<  Do  this  (he  cry'd)  'till  time  (hall  endP 
te  In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend  ; 

(t  Meet  at  my  table,  ?.nd  record 

«*  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

[7  Jefus,  thy  feaft  we  celebrate, 

We  fhew  thy  desth,  we  f.ng  thy  name, 

'Till 


ssS  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  II 

'Till  thou  return,  and  we  fhall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

II.   Communion  moith  Chrift  and  with  Saint:* 
i  Cor.  x.    16,  17. 

*     [1    T  E  S  U  S  invites  his  faints 

J    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  fa  and  hold 
Communion  with  the  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flefh; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 

Amazing  favor  !  matchlefs  grace, 
Of  our  defending  God  !] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine, 
Maintains  our  fainting  breath,. 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  hesv'nly  Father  calls 
Chrift  and  his  members  one  I 

-We  the  young  children  of  his  love., 
And  he  the  full-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 
Of  the  fame  broken  bread. 

One  body,  with  its  fev'ral  limbs, 
But  jefus  is  the  Head. 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  jein'd- 
His  glor'ous  rame  to  raife  : 

PJeafureand  love  £;!  evVy  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praife. 

III.      T/je  New  Covenant/ 
1    "  rpHE  prcrnife  of  my  Father's! 

X       "   S&all  ftand  forever  good  :" 
He  f?y — and  gave  his  foal  to  death, 
And  feal'd  the  grace  with  blzcd, 

2  To 


BAIL     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.     ^9 

2.  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  th'  engagement  with  my  Lord, 

And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  ftrength,  and  pard'ning  grace., 
And  glory  (hall  be  mine  ; 

My  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefh, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

4  T  call  that  legacy  my  own, 
Which  Jefas  did  beaueath  ; 

5Twas  purchas'd  with  a  dying  groat?. 

And  ratify  "d  in  death, 
r  Sweet  is  the  rnem'ry  of  his  name 

Who  blefs'd  n's  in  his  will, 
And  to  his  teilament  of  love 

Made  his  own  life  the  feal. 

IV.     Chris's  dying  Lo^c. 
3  TT  "O  W  condescending,  and  how  kind 


H 


Was  God's  eternal  S< 


on 


Our  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'nly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

\z  When  juftke,  by  our  tin's  prcvok'd* 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword, 
He  gave  his  foal  up  to  the  ftroke, 

.    Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 

5   He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes. 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bellows, 

Eut  coft  his  heart  a  groan. 
4.  This  was conrpsSor:  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  or  pardon  was  his  blood, 

His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
;■   Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  hi^b, 

His  love  is  ftill  as  great  : 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary,* 

No*  \z\  his  faints  forget/  [4  V. 

U 


tfyo  H  Y  M  N  S    and  B.IIL 

[6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd .; 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 

Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.j 

[7  Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jems'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  who  never  feels 

One  foft  affection  move.] 

8  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 

Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 

V.   Chrifl  the  Bread  cf  Life,   jo.  vi.  31,  3.",  ~c, 
IT    ET  us  adore  rh'  Eternal   Word, 

\_j  'Tis  He  our  fouls  has  fed  : 
Thou  art  our  living  fiream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread  ; 

[2  The  manna  came  from  lower  fkies, 

But  Jefus  from  above  ; 
Where  the  frefh.  fprings  of  pleafure  rife, 

And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  jews,  the  father's  dy'd  at  laft, 

o  eat  thai  heav'hly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  taile, 
Csn  raile  us  from  the  deiid. 

4  Blefs'd  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  : 

;  dying  men  ; 

his  table  frefh, 
Left  we  ihould  faiat  again. 

cj   Oar  T  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 

Whiift  jefus  finds  (uppiJcs  ; 
Not  ih  all  c  ir  ':  r ace.s  fi  n  k  to  d..2.h, 

For  jc'e*  never  ^ies. 

'  sily  our  morral  flefh  decays, 
put  Chri  r,  our  life,  thai 
IJi>    Hi        '  >  ,    ■  -     '  ■    ■ 

O  ir  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 


III.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     251 

[vT.  Tke  Memorial  of  our  alfsnt  Lordy  John  xvL 
16.   Luke  xxii.  19.   John  xiv.  3. 

1  T  E  SU  S  is  gone  above  the  fkies, 

J    Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not  ; 
And  carnal  obje&s  court  our  eyes, 
To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wand'ring  hearts  we  have* 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  -3 

And,  to  refrelh  o\$v  minds,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memor'als  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefr.  and  dying  blood, 
We  on  the  rich  provifion  feed, 

And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  oar  GoDi 

4  Let  finful  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efieem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought. 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  on  him. 

5  Whiifl  he  is  abfent  from  our  fight, 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place  ; 
That  we  may  live  in  heav'nly  light, 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  his  face. 

[6  Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 
Whence  our  returning  Lord  fhall  come  ; 
We  wait  thy  charot's  awful  wheels, 
To  fetch  oar  longing  fpirits  home.] 

VII.    Crutifixion  to  the  World,    by  the  Crofs   of 
C brill,   Gal.  vi.   14. 

1  TT7HEN   I  furvey  the  wond'rous  crofs 

y  V      On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd, 
My  richeft  gain  i  count  but  lofs, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  mould  boaft, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  which  charm  me  moft* 
I  facrirlce  them  to  his  blood. 

V  z  3  Sec 


i  H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.IK. 

a    See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 
Sorrow  and  Jove  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compofe  fo  rich  a  crown  f 
[4  His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  en  the  tree  ; 
Then  am  Idead  to  all  the  globe, 
.And  ali  the  globe  a  dead  to  me.] 

5  Were  the  whole  rea'm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  prefent  far  too  Lmall  ; 
Love. fo  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,   my  a!}. 

VIII.     The  Tree  of  Life. 
[1  f^\  O  M  E,  let  as  join  a  joyful  tune 

\^j  To  our  exalted  Lord — 
Ye  faints  on  high,  around  his  throne, 
And  we  around  his  board. 

-z  While  once,  upon  this  lower  ground. 

Weary  a.:d  faint  ye  Hood, 
What  dear  refrefhment  here  ye  found 

Fiom  this  immortal  food  ! 


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hich  near  the  throne 


In  heay'ns  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 
its  ever  fmiling  boughs. 

[4  Hov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  (lands 

The  fweet  caeleii'al  Dove, 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 

The  banner  of  his  love.] 

[5  3Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  ftrange  delight 

While  in  his  ihade  we  fit  ; 
His  fruit  is  pleating  to  the  fight, 

And  to  the  tafte  as  (weet. 

t>  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts, 

And  chears  the  drooping  mind  ; 
Vigor  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 

Without  a  fling  behind'.,]  7  Now 


WmL    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    233 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  Hand, 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 

Which  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 

3-  Infinite  grace  our  fouls  adore 

Whofe  wond'rous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r 

To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

IX.     The  Spirit,  the  Water 3    and  the  Bleed*-*** 
1  John  v.  6. 

[  1  T    E  T  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
JL/  To  praife  our  God  on  high, 
Who  from  his  boibm  fent  his  Son 
To  fetch  us  flrangers  nigh. 

2  Nor  let  cur  voices  ceafe 

To  ring  the  Saviour's  name  5 
Jefus,  th'  Embaffador  of  peace, 
How  chearfully  he  came  I 

3  It  coll  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good.] 

[4  My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
Pour'd  out  a  doable  Hood  ;  - 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 

And  pardon'd  by  the  blood,  - 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt. 

But  He,  our  Prieft,  atones  ; 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilv 
And  ofFer'd  with  his  groans.] 

6  Look  up,  my  foul,  to  him 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 

And  humbly  view  the  living  ftream 
Flow  from  his  breaking  heart. 

7  There  on  the  curfed  tree, 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 

*U3  Fulfil?. 


*#.  HYMNS     a*b  B. 

Fulfils  His  Father's  great  decree,, 
And  all  our  wants  (applies. 

S  Thus  the  Redeemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood  : 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame,, 
We  feel  his  witnefs  goo  J, 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 
Bear  their  record  above, 
Then  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  feal  my  Saviour's  love. 

[10  Lord,  cleanfe  my  fc-ul  from  fin, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart  ; 
Ci'reat  Comforter !  abide  within, 

And  witnefs  to  my  heart. 
X.     Chrift   Cruciffd  ;  the  Wijdom  and  Power 
of  God. 

3  ]WTATURE  with  open  volume  ftands, 
J^%j    To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  ; 

And  ev'ry  labor  of  his  hands 
Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God  : 

:t  Eutin  the  grace  which  refcu'd  man,, 
His  brighteft  form  of  glory  mines  ; 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tisfaireft  drawn 
in  ptecious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 

[3  Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  3 
JSior  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove, 
Which  of  the  letters  befc  is  writ, 
The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  flrangely  join  > 
Piercing  his  Son  with  (harpeft  fmart, 
To  make  the  purchas'd  plea  fare's  mine 

5  Oh  !  the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs, 
Where  God,  the  Saviour,  lov'd  and  dy'd  ! 
Her  nobleft  life  my  fpirit  dra^s 

From  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  fide. 


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6  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown. 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worfliip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

X[.     Pardon  brcvght  to  our  Senfes. 

O  R  D,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  I 
j  How  heav'nly  is  the  place, 
"vVhere  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grace   ! 

2  Here  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God, 
And  fweeteft  glories  mine  ; 

Here  Jefus  fays,  that  I  am  his., 
And  my  beloved's  mine. 

3  Here,  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lord, 
And  mews  his  wounded  fide) 

"   See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
"   Which  open'd  when  1  dy'd  !" 

[4  He  fmiles,  and  chears  my  mournful  hearty 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
"  All  this,  fays  he,  I  bore  for  thee," 

And  then  he  fmiles  again.] 

5  What  mall  we  pay  our  heav'nly  King, 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes, 

And  feals  it  with  a  kifs. 

[6  Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

B e  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Sach  favors  are  beyond  degrees, 

And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  To  him  who  waih'd  us  in  his  blood 
Be  everlaiting  praife  ; 

Salvation,  honor,  glory,  pow'r, 
Eternal  as  his  days. 

Xll.—Tkt  Go/pel  Feajl,  Luke  xiv.  16,  ci?r, 
[l    f  ¥  O  W  rich  are  thy  provisions,  Lord  1 
Thy  table  furnim'd  from  above  ! 


T  |OW 

ii  Th, 


236  HYMNS     a  kb  3.  III. 

The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  board, 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  heav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe. 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  j 
And  help  was  far,  and  death  was  nigh  ! 
But,  at  the gofpel- call,  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the  high-way  which  leads  to  hell* 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair, 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy  preience  here.] 

[5  What  fhall  we  pay  th'  eternal  Son, 
Who  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  !' 

6  It  coft  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  5 
To  buy  our  fouls,  it  coft  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown.  . 

7  Cur  f  veriafting  love  is  due 

To  him  who  ranfom'd  tinners  loft  ; 

And  pity'd  rebels  when  he  knew 
The  vaft  expence  hi3  love  would  coft.] 

XIII.  Divine  Lcve  making  a  Feaft,  and  calling  in 
the  Gueftsy  Luke  xiv.  17,  22,  23. 

1  TTT  O  W  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
JQ   Wi'h  Chrift  within  the  doors, 

While  ever  lading  love  difplavs 
The  choiceft  of  her  /lores  ! 

2  Hare  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 
With  foft  comj  iffion  r< 

Here  peace  and  pardon  bong'::  v.        blood, 
is  food  for  dying  fouls*  '  j   While 

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[3  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  cur  fongs 

Join  to  admire  the  feafl, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 

*'  Lord,  why  was  I  a  gueft  ? 

4.  *'  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice 

te  And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
<{  When  thoufands  make  a  wretched  choice* 

<s  And  rather  iiarve  than  come  r" 

5  'Twas  tire  fame  love  which  fprcad  the  feaft, 

That  fweetly  fore'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte, 

And  periih'd  in  our  fin. 

[6  Pity  the  rfations,  O  our  Gov, 

Conltrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  thy  vidtor'oixs  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  grangers  hogse. 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  fell, 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  one  heart,  one  foul, 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

IV.   T/:e  Song  of  Simeon,  Leke  ii.  zS  ;  or,  a 
Sight  of  Chriil  makes  Death  cafy. 

"T  Of  W  have  our  hearts  embrae'd  our  God, 
We  would  forget  all  earthly  charms. 
And  wish  to  die,  as  Simeon  would 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  fhculd  learn   that  joyful  ibng, 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  ; 

<(   Our  fouls  ftill  waiting  to  be  gone, 
*'  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  '■  Here  we  have  fsen  thy  face,  O  Lord, 
si  And  view'd  fal  nation  with  our  eyes, 

fe  Tailed  and  felt  the  living  word, 

"  The  bread  defcending  from  the  fkie's. 

4  "  Thou  haft  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamb, 

tc  Haft  fcx.  his  blood  Before  our  face  ;  if  To 


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HYMNS     and  2.  III. 


■«  To  tench  the  terrors  cf  thy  name, 
<•    And  friew  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

c    "    .  ^    :s  car  light,  our  morping  ftar 
*  •    i  : wn  ; 

««    I  h<   glory  or  thin 
Ci   ]    td  joy  of  fpirits  near  the  throne.*' 

XV.      Our  Lord  Jefus  arhisonxinTa 

3  K  E  mcm'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 

Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  : 
t:  ch  fte  fpread  his  royal  boanj, 

;fi'd  the  food  and  Tung. 

2  Happy  the  men  who  eat  his  bread, 
Bat  doubly  bUfVd  was  he 

Who  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  on  Thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte 
As  that  great  fav'rite  did, 

And  fit  and  lean  on  Jefu-'  breaft, 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread, 

4  Down  from  the  palace  of  the  /kies  5 

ther  the  King  defcends  ! 
c*  Come,  my  beioved,  eat  (he  cries) 

"  And  drink  falvation,  friends. 
[5   "   Myflefh  is  food  and  phyfic  too,, 
*<  A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
«<   And  the  red  ftreams  of  pardon  flow 

**  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins." 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bount'ous  love, 
For  fuch  a  fealt  below  ' 

And  yet  he  fsedi>  his  faints  above 
With  nobler  bleffings  too. 

7  Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glor'ous  hour, 
Which  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  ! 

Then  we  fhali  need  thefe  types  no  more, 
But  dwell  at  th'  heav'nly  feaft. 

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XVI.     The  Agonies  of  Chrift. 

1  "^T  O  W  let  our  pain?  be  a!!  forgot, 
.1/^    ^ur  *h-srts  no  mors  repine  : 

Our  faff* rings  are  not  worth  a  thought, 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine. 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 
The  bleeding  Prince  of  iove  ; 

Each  of  us  hope,  he  dy'd  for  me, 
And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

[3   Our  humble  faith  here  takes  her  rife, 

While  fitting  round  his  beard  ; 
And  back  to  Calvary  fhe  flies, 

To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 
When  his  own  God  withdrew; 

And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too, 

5  But  the  divinity  within 
Supported  him  to  be-  -  ; 

Dying,  k£  cDnquer'd  hell  and  fin, 
And  ma'.e  his  triumph  tl  rre, 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  jaftice,  join'd  and  wrought 
The  wondens  of  that  rUy  ; 

No  mortai  tongue,  no-       ...  I  thought 
Can  eq  lal   thanks  reps    . 

7  Our  h  i  icunJ  like  thofe  above, 
Could  we  our  vuiccs  raife  ; 

Yet,  Lordgour  hearts  (hall  all  be  love., 
And  ail  our  lives  be  praife. 

XYU.      The  Fiejh  and  Blood  of  Chrift. 

[1  TT7E    fing  th'  amazing  deeds 

V V      Which  grace  divine  performs  ; 
TV  eternal  God  comes  down  and  bleeds 
To  nourim  dying  worms. 

2.  This  fool-reviving  wine, 

Dezv  Saviour,  ?ik  thy  blood  ;  Wc 


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PI  Y  M  N  3     and  B.  Iff. 


"We  thank  that  iacred  flefli  of  thine. 
For  this  immortal  food. 

3  The  banquet  which  we  eat 
Is  made  of  heav'nly  things  ; 

Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  (o  Tweet 
As  cjr  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought, 
And  fearch'd  his  garden  round, 

For  there  was  no  fuch  bleiTcd  fruit 
In  all  the  happy  ground. 

5  Th'  angelic  hoft  above 
Can  never  taHe  this  food  ; 

They  feaft  upon  their  Maker's  love, 
Eut  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th'  almighty  Lord 
Bellows  this  matchlefs  grace  ; 

And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word. 
With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

7  Come,  ail  ye  drooping  faints  ; 
And  banquet  with  the  King  ; 

This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 
And  tune  your  voice  to  fing, 
3   Sahation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  ; 

Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaifn, 
His  glory  in  the  high'ft. 

XV HI.     The  feme. 
J    TESUSI  we  bew  before  thy  feet  ! 

J    Thy  t'al/e  is  divinely  flor'd  ! 
Thy  facred  tl  in  our  fouls  have  eat, 
5  Pis  living  bread—we  thank  thee,  Lord  ! 
i    And  here  we  drink  our  Saviour'.;  b'o<  4  : 
V»'e  thank  thee,  Lo>d    'tis  gen'rous  wine, 
A 3 i ri g ! e d  with  'eve.  the  fountain  nVVd 
FroiTi  that  dear  b'eefl'ng  he:.rt  cf  thine. 

t,  On  earth  is  nn  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
tor  tbe  Lamb's  flefh  is  hea**nljr  fcod  ; 


5.  III.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    24,11 

In  iTain  we  fearch  the  globe  around 
For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft. 

[lJut  chear  the  heart  or  warm  the  head  ; 
But  the  rich  cord'al  which  we  tafte, 
I  Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Praife  to  the  Mafler  of  the  feaft, 
His  name  our  fouls  forever  "blefs  ; 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Priefl, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

XIX       Glory  in  the  Crofs. 
•1     A    T  thy  command,  our  deareft  Lord* 

Jf\,  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feaft: 
Thy  blood,  like  mine,  adorns  thy  board. 
And  thy  own  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trull  for  life  in  one  who  dy'd  ; 
We  hope  for-  heav'nly  crowns  above, 
.From  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  mame, 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  the  caufe  ; 
'We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcofnng  age, 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tcmb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmoft  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  'till  he  come. 

XX.   The  Provifions  of  the  Table  of  our  Lord. 

TO  RD,  we  adore  thy  bount'eus  hand, 
. j  And  fmg  the  folemn  feaft, 

Where  fweet  caeleft'al    dainties  ftand, 
For  ev'ry  willing  gueft. 

[2  The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit  ; 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fword 

To  guard  the  paffage  to't. 

A  The 


24*  HYMNS    AKB  B.IiJ 

3  The  cup  (lands  crown'd  with  living  juice  $ 
The  fountain  flows  above, 

And  runs  down  dreaming,  for  our  ufc, 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav'nly  art, 
The  pleafure's  well  refin'd  ? 

They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  heart, 
Andchear  the  drpoping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love, 
Ye  faints  who  tafte  his  wine  ; 

Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above, 
In  loud  hofanna'sjoin. 

6  A  thoufand  glories  to  the  Gcp, 
Whp  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  ! 

Kofanna  !   let  it  found  abroacj, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

XXL  The  triumphal  Feajt  for  Chrift's  Fi&op* 
ever  Sin,   Death t  and  Hell. 

I  /""">  O  M  E,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

\_j  High  as  our  joys  arife  ; 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  Iky, 

Where  pleafure  never  dies. 
£ 2  Jefus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bleda 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell, 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his  char'ot  wheels, 

Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

f._3  Jefus,  the  Gcd,  invites  us  here. 

To  this  triumphal  feaft; 
And  brings  immortal  bleflings  down 

For  each  redeemed  guelr. 

A   The  Lord  '  how  glor'ous  is  his  face, 

How  kind  his  fmiies  appear  1 
And,  oh  !  what  melting  woids  he  fays 

To  ev'ry  humble  ear, 

5  <(  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love* 

"  It  was  la  you  J  dy*d  :  '*  Behold 


Bill.    SPIRITUAL    SON&S.     243 

Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
*«   And  look  into  my  fide. 

"  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore* 
*'  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
[*'  When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
"  From  mifery  and  chains. 

[7  "  Juftice  unmeath'd  its  fVryfword, 

*r  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart  5 
*'  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 

"  And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 

5  «'  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rs, 

"  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
••  To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 

'*  I  gave  my  own  away. 

$  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'd/ 

e<  I  ruin'd  fatan's  throne; 
ai  High  on  my'  crofs  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 

■■   The  xnonfter  tumbling  down. 

30  "  Now  you  muft  triumph  at  my  feaff, 

**  And  ta£e  my  flem,  my  blood, 
*J   And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 

•«  For  'tis  immortal  feed." 

j  1  Viclor'ous  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favors  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 

To  be  for  ever  thine.] 

iz  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife* 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues— 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  thefe 

Exceed  our  nobleft  fongs. 

XXII.  the  Compajfion  of  a  dying  Chrift. 

2   f~\  ^  &  fpirits  join  t?  adore  the  Lamb  :— * 

\J  Oh,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  ftrains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

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3ff  HYMNS     anb  B.  III. 

%  Was  ever  equal  picy  found  ? 
The  prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath, 
And  poars  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
Tu  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  death  ! 

[3  Rebels  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws  y 
He  from  the  threatnings  fet  us  free, 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs, 
.And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 

[4  The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now— 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  : 
From  all  his  wounds  new  bleffings  flow, 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  more, 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  ilains, 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blood  : 
Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  veins 

Of  jefus,  our  incarnate  God.] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  drive 
To  fpeak  compaiuon  fo  divine  ; 
Had  we  a  tho  ifanti  li\es  to  give, 

A  thoufand  lives  mould  all  be  thine. 

XXIII.   Grace  and  Gitory  by  the  Death  cfChriR. 

[1  QlTTING  around  our  Father's  board, 

k5  ^t  ra',ie  our  tuneful  breath  ; 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  Cms  to  death.] 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  flied, 
Whence  all  our  pardons  rife  ; 

The  finner  views  th'  atonement  made, 
And  loves  the  facrihee.] 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs, 
Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  : 

Our  higheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  loft  ; 
Our  healing,  from  thy  wounds. 

4  Oh  !   'tis  impoflible  that  we, 
Who  dwsll  in  feeble  clay, 

Should 


B.Iir,     SPIR-ITUAL    SONGS.     245 

Should  equal  fufTrings  bear  for  Thee, 
Or  eq  ai  thanks  repay. 

XX  iV.     Pardon  and  Strength  from  Chrift. 
3    T~jVVfHliR,   we  wait  to  reel  thy  grace, 

jP     To  fee  thy  glory  fhine  ; 
The  Lord  with  his  own  table  b.'efsa 

And  make.,  t hi  iea.it  divine. 

2  We  touch,  we  tafte  the  heav'nly  bread. 
We ;d< ink., the  facred  cup  ; 

With  outward  forms  our  feufe  is  fed., 
Our  fouls  rejoice- in  hope. 

3  We  mall  appear  before  the  throne 
Of  our  forgiving  God, 

DrslVd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
And  fprinkl.ed  with  his  blood, 

4  We  fiiall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 
And  c!imb'-the  upper  iky  ; 

Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace, 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

[5  Lc.  us  indulge  a  chearful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft  ; 
We  love  the  merrfry  of  his  name, 

More  than  the  wine  we  tafte.]  ; 

XXV.     Divine  Glories  and  Graces, 
3  TyO  W  are  thy  glories  here  difplav'd, 

J~J    Great  God,  how  bright  they  mine  • 
"While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 

And  pour  the  flowing  wine  ! 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juftice  {lands, 

And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands> 

Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 

3. Thy  faints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace 

On.  this  great  facriflce  ; 
And  love  appears  with  chearful  face, 

And  foiih  with  mixed  eyes, 

W  3  4  Oq^ 


24$  HYMNS     a*b  3.  m. 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 
To  heav'n  directs  her  fight  ; 

Kereev'ry  warmer  paflicn  meets, 
And  frrongeit.  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  parr, 
And  rifing  fin  deftroy  ; 

Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight, 
Let  tin  forever  die  ; 

Tiiea  (hall  our  feu's  be  all  delight, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  drv. 

A  Song  of  Prai/e  to  the  Ever  Blejpd  Trinity,  Gcd 
the  Father,  Sen,  and  Spirit, 

XXVI.      lft  Long  Metre. 

;i  TJLESS'D  be  the  Father,  and  his  love, 

JO  To  whofe  celeM'al  fource  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

2  Glory  to  Thee,  great  Son  of  God  ; 

.From  whole  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 

3  We  give  Thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife, 
"Who,  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe, 
Makes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife, 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God   the  Son, 
And  God  the  fpirit  we  adore, 

That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom,  or  a  fhore. 

XXVII.     I  ft  Common  Metre. 

s  ^"^LORY  to  God  the  Father's  name,. 

\J  Who,  from  our  finful  race, 
Chofe  cut  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 

The  honors  of  his  grace*  2  Glory 


S.  III.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.     2\y 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 

And,  to  redeem  us  from  the  dead, 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give, 
From  whofe  almighty  pow'r 

Our -fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive^ 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
TV  eternal  Three  and  One., 

Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

XXVIII.      lit  Short  Metre, 

1  T     ET  God  the  Father  live 
1   j  For  ever  on  our  tongues  : 

Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 

2  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
In  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  death, 
By  off'ring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife, 
Of  an  immortal  flrain, 

Whofe  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  convey  J 
Salvation  down  to  men. 

4  While  God,  the  Comforter* 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  6n, 

O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fame  record  within. 

cj  To  the  grear  one  and  Three, 
Who  feals  this  grace  in  heav'n, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Internal  glory  gi\ 

—XXIX       2d   Long  Metre  — 
3   f      »    DRY    to  Gc  )   ;h 2  Trinity, 
\JJ   Wi»u  nasoe  has  inyileries  unknown  % 

la 


*4<  HYMNS    ano.  B.  irf. 

In  effence  One,  in  Perfjn  three  5 
A  fociai  nature,  yet  aione. 

2  When  all  our  nobleftpow'rs  are  join'tf, 
The  honors  of  thy  name  to  raife  ; 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  prasfe, 

—  XXX.      2d  Common  Metre. — , 

^  >"|'"^  H  E  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
£      Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  laves  by  his   r vp eemikc  word. 
And  new-creating  breath. 

2  To  praife  the  Father,  and  ;he  Son, 
And  Spirit — all  divine — 

The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  Or.e, 
Let  faint---  and  angels  join. 

—XXXI.     2d  Short  Metre.-* 

1  T     ET  Goo  the  Makers  name, 
\__j  Have  honor,  love  and  f©ar, 

To  Qod  the  Saviour,  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above* 

Thy  mercy  we  ad.::, 
Th£  Son  cf  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r- 

—XXXII.     3d  Long  Metre,—  . 

3  ^T^O  Goo  the  Father,  God  the  Son,  . 

J_      And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One* 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
JBy  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

— XXXIIT.     Or  thus  :— 

AL  L  glory  to  thy  wond'rous  name, 
Father  of  Mercy,  God  of  love: 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praii's  the  heav'nly  Dove. 

— XXX1Y. 


B.III.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      24^ 

—XXXIV.      3d  Common  Metre.—- 

NO  W  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

-XXXV.     Or  thus  :— 

HONOR  to  Thee,   Almighty  Three, 
And  everiafting  One  ; 
-All  Glory  to  the  Father  be, 
The  Spirit,  and  the  Son. 

■XXXVI.     3d  Short  Metre. ~~ 
E  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  Saints  tvho  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

—XXXVIL     Or  thus  .— 

I  V  E  to  the  Father  praife, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son  : 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honor  done 

XXXVIII.   Song  o/Praifi  to  the  hUjfei  Trinity, 

1  T    GIVE  immortal  praiie 
JL    To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hopes  above. 

Lie  fent  Iris  own 
Eternal  Son, 
To  d'e  for  (Ins, 
Which  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too  ; 

Who  bought  us  with  btabIo< 
From  everlafting  woe  : 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns^ 

ApA 


Y 


G 


And  fees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

5  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worfhip  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  pov/r 
Makes  the  dead  iinner  live  : 

His  work  eompleats 

The  great  defign, 

And  fills  the  foal 

With  joy  divine. 

a  Almighty  God.  to  Thee 
Be  STidlefs  honors  dons  ; 
The  undivided  1  hree, 
And  the  myfter'ous  One  : 

Where  reafon  fails 

With  ail  her  pow'rs, 

There  faith  prevails,- 

And  love  adores, 

j   '""I""*"  O  Him  who  chofe  us  firft, 
][      Before  the  world  began, 
To  him  who  bore  the  curie 
To  fave  rebeH'cus  man  : 
To  him  who  forms 
Our  hearts  anew, 
Is  endlefs  praife 
And  glory  due.- 

3  The  Father's  love  mall  rzn 
Thro'  our  immortal  fcngs  % 
We  bring  to-Gon  the  Son 
.    Hofannas  on  our  tongues  : 
Our  lips  addrefs 
Th?  Spirits  name 
With  equal  praife,, 
And  seal  the  fame. 

3  Let  ev'ry  faint  above, 
Aad  angd  round  the  throne,  For 


SLHI.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     a&i 

For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One: 

lhu>  Heav'n  mall  raife 

His  honor,  high, 

When  earth  and  time 

Crow  old  and  die. 

s   /""T"^  O  God  the  Father's  throne 

£      Perpet'al  honors  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 

Aod  while  our  lips 

Their  tribute  bring. 

Our  faith  adores 

The  name  we  fmga 

— XU.     Or  thus  :-~ 

$■   *~  1  S®  °ur  eterna*  God, 

j[      The  Father  and  the  Sou^ 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
Three  myfteries  in  One  : 
Salvation,  pow'r, 
And  praife  be  giv'n* 
15  y  all  on  earth 
And  all  in  jheay'ju 

— XLIL     Long  Metre,—* 

^-Tbe  Hosamna   ;    or,   Salvation   afcrihed  t$ 
Chrift.— 


H 


OS  ANNA  to  King  David's  Son, 


Who  reigns  on  a  fuper'or  throne  ; 
We  biefs  the  Prince  of  heav'sJy  birth, 
Wno  brings  ialvation  down  to  earth. 
2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  er'ry  age, 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  ; 
Ola  men  and  babes  in  £>ion  fing 
The  growing  glories  of  her  King. 

XLIU. 


252  HYMNS    anb  B.III, 

— XLIII.     Common  Metre.—' 

S   J  JOS  ANN  A   to  the  Prince  of  grace., 

J7i    oion.  behold  th>  King  ; 
PfOCiuiai  the  foa  of  David's  race, 

And  teach  tne  b  .bcs  to  fmg. 

2  Hofanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word 

That  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 

With  bleilings  on  his  name. 

XLIV.     Short  Metre. 

1  TJOSANNA  to  the  Son 
£l   OfDavi.l  and  of  God, 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down* 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Chrift  th*  anointed  King 

V-v'n   ; 
Let  the  wjiole  ear  I1  h  c,  glory  fing, 
Who  maue  our  peaCe  with  beav'n. 


•XLV.- 


'OS ANN  A   to  the  King 

"J    Of  D  .  i. Is,  ancient  bloody 

>1d  He  c  mes  to  b'ing 
i  e  from  God  ; 

Let  old  a  •  \   younj* 

At'f  v 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honors  lay. 
2  Glory  to  God  on  high. 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth    and  fea,  and  fky,  * 

His  wond'rous  love  proclaim  : 
i  his  bead 

Shall  honors  reft 

And  ev'ry  age 

Pronounce  him  blefs'd. 

T    H     E         E     N    ;D, 


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A.  Page . 

ADore,  and  tremble,  for  our  God  26 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  !  109 

Ail  mortal  vanities,  be  gone,  iS 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ?  182 

And  muft  this  body  die  ?  1 85 

Ana  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes  163 

Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs  164. 

As  new-born  babes  defire  the  bread  90 

At  thy  command,  our  deareit  Lord  241 

Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son,  15^ 

Awake,  my  heart,  arife   my  tongue  16 

Awake,  our  fouls,  away  our  fears  2% 

Away  from  evry  mortal  care  194. 

B. 

BAckward  with  humble  fhame  we  Irok*    34 
Begin,  m\  tongue,  feme  hcav'n'y  theme  154 

Bei-old  hew  finners  dTapree  82 

Beheld  the  blind  their  firhr  receive  202 

Behold  the  glories  0/  the  Lamb  3* 

Behold  the  gr?c*  appears  r 

Beheld  the  potter  and  the  clay  74 

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Behold  the  Rofe  of  Sharon  here 

Behold  tne  woman's  promis'd  Seed 

Behold  the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine 

Behold  what  wond'rous  grace 

Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  who  fee 

Blefs'd  be  the  everlasting  God 

Blef>'d  be  the  Father  and  his-  iove 

JS lefs'd  morning  whole  young*  d  '-'ning  rays 

Blefs'd  with  the  joys  of  innoc 

Blocd  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  feres 

Bright  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  Gcd 

Broad  is  the  road  which  leads  to  death 

Bury'd  in  fhadows  of  the  night 

Bat  few  among  the  carnal  wife 


Peg* 

41 
201 
77 
3* 
64 

19 

246 

*57 
197 

191 

lS9 

216 
6z 
61 


CAn   creatures  to  perfection  find 
CLrlJi  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme 
Come,  all  harmen'ous  tongues 
Come,  dearefl  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell 
Come,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God 
Come  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  dove 
Ccrne,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 
Ccrne,  lot  us  join  our  chearfu!  fongs 
Come,   let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Come,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high 
Come,  \vc  who  love  the  Lord 

Daughters  of  Skrt,  come,  behold 
Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fere  diflrefs 
D^areft  of  all  the  names  above 
Death  cannot  make  cur  fculs  afraid 
Death  may  diiTolve  my  body  now 
Death  !   'us  a  melancholy  day 


225: 

75 
165 

85 

180 

80 

123 

232 

37 
184 
242 
124 


45 
219 

209 

138 

20 


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Deceiv'd  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell  68 

Deep  in  the  duft  before  thy  throne  7S 

Defcend  fromheav'n,  immortal  Dove  '  J 19 

Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word  77 

Down  headlong  from  their  native  ikies  1 75 

Dread  Sov'feign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong  20S 

E. 

TJ>  jEr  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretchM  abroad  4 
JHv  Eternal  Sovereign  of  the  &y  210 

Sternal  Spirit,  we  confers  200 


FAith  is  the  brighteft  evidence  76 
Par  from  rny  thoughts,  vain  world  be 

gone  113 

Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee  153 

Father,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace  245 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands  86 

From  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell  276 

From  thee,  my- God,  my  joys  fliall  rife  1^ 

G. 

G Entiles  by  nature  we  belong  72 

Give  me  the  wings  of  Faith  10  rife  204 

Glory  to  God  the  Trinity  247 

Glory  to  God  who  walks  the  fky  14.6 

Glory  to  God  the  Father's  name  246 

God  is  a  Spirit  juft  and  wife  85; 

God  of  the  morning  at  whofe  voice  5  1 

God  of  the  feas,  thy  thund'ring  voice  155 

God,  the  eternal  awful  name  12Z 

God,  who  in  var'ous  methods  told  3 1 

Go  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord  81 

Go,  worihip  at  Immanuel* 's  feet  93 

Great 


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Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  152 

Great  God,  I  own  thy  fenter.ce  juft  6 

Great  God,  thy  glories  (hall  employ  222 

Great  God,  to  what  a  glor'ous  height  187 

Great  King  of  Glory,  and  of  Grace  216 

Grea:  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great  206 


HA  d  I  the  tongues  of  Greekr  and  Jews  84 

Happy  the  Church,  thou  facred  place  150 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign  1  3 1 

Hark  !   from  the  tomfcs  a  doleful  found  150 

Hark  !   the  Redeemer  from  on  high  43 

Hear  what  the  vo;ce  from  heav'n  proclaims  15 

Hence  from  my  foul  fad  thought?,  be  gone  1^7 

Here  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  Gcd  106 

High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground  189 

H;-.rh  on  z  hill  of  dazzling  light  115 

.r.z.    &c.  251 

mna  to  cur  conqu'rirg  King  )6^ 

Kcfinna  to  the  Prince  of  Light  159 

Hofanna  to  the  Royal  Son  14 

Hofanna,  with  a  cbearful  {band  108 

How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd  245- 

How  beaut'ous  are  thy  feet  io 

How  can  I  fink  wiih  fuch  a  prop  190 

How  '               iding  and  how  kind  229 

How  full  of  anguish  is  the  thought  178 

How  heavy  is  the  night  65 

How  honourable  is  the  place  8 

How  large  the  piomife,  how  divine  71 

How  oft  have  fin  and  fitan  flrove  87 

How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord.  231; 

How  fad  oorftate  by  nature  is  170 

How  mall  I  praife  th*  eternal  God  221 

Hovy  ihort  and  baity  is  our  life  220 

H?w 


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Ho'.v  fhould  the  Tons  of  Adam's  race  55. 

How  ilrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  2S 

How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place  236 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  137 
How  wond'rous  great,  how  glor'ous  bright     16S 

/:■'. 

I  "Cannot  bear  thh*  abfence,  Lord  190 

I  give  immortal   prale  249 

I'hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  214 

J  lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord  2 1 

I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  207 

I'm  not  afhamd  to  own  my  Lord  65 

I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  1 1 1 

I  ling  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  188 

Je.bo-vah  fpeaks,  1st  I;r"el  hear  54. 

Jehovah  reigns,    his  throne  is  high  223 

Jefusy  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  92 

J  ejus  invites  his  faints  228 

Je/us  is  gone  above  the  fkies  231 

Je/us,  the  Man  of  conftant  grief  II 

Jefui,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  -  32 

J  ejus,  we  bow  before  thy  feet  240 

Jefu:,  with  all  thy  faints  above  1 24 

an  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  (tone  ,  3^ 

In  thine  own  way?,  O    God  of  Love  22 

In  vain  thefe  wealthy  mortals  toil  18 

In  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives  g 

infinite  grief  !  amazing  woe  174 

join  all  the  glor'ous  names  99 

Join  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'^  97 

Is  this  the  kind  return  158 

Jnd  is  the  fpeech  oiQhrift  our  Lord      45 
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LAden  with  guilt,  and  fall  of  fears         191 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  233 

Let  everlafting  glories  crown  ipp 

L^i.  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  7 

Let  God  the  Father  live  247 

i.et  kirn  embrace  my  fob]  2nd  prove-  40 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  2+3 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay  13 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing  35 

Let  others  boail  how  ftrong  they  be  116 

Let  Pharifees  of  high  efteem  83 

Let  the  old  heathen  tune  their  fong  1 18 

Let  th'  feventh  angel  found  on  high  39 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  177 

Let  the  wild  Uopards  of  the  wood  217 

Let  them  neghdl  thy  glory,  Lord  12S 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word  23c 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  1 95 

Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord  57 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats  130 

Lo  the  deflrcying  angel  flies  214 

Like  fheep  we  went  aflray  89 

Lo,   the  young  tribes  of  Adam  rife  58 

JLo,  what  a  glor'ous  light  appears  17 

Xong  have  i  fat  beneath  the  fonnd  220 

L<~rd,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  15 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  235 

Lord    how  fecureand  blefs'd  are  they  I44 

Lordj  ho  v  fecure  my  confcience  was  72 

Lord   we  adore  thy  bcunt'ous  hand  241 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  dcfigns  105 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind  122 

Lord,  we  ctmie&our  nam'rous  faults  70 

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Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  141 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts   with  wonder  roll  106 

M. 

MAk   has  a  fou-I  of  vaft  defires  20S 
Miftakerrfouls  who  dream  ofheav'n     87 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  203 

My  drowiy  pow'rs,  why  flcep  ye  fo  ?  321 

My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  52 

My  God,  my  life,  my  iove  172 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  ray  iove  173 

My  God,  permit  rae  not  to  be  193 

My  God,  the  fpring  of  all  my  joys  142 

My  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell  133 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  176 

My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince  .205 

My  foul,  come  meditate  the  day  34^ 

My  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight  no 

My  thoughts  on  awful  fubjedfe  roll  104 

My  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  fkjes  21  $ 

N.. 

NAked,  as  from  the  earth*  we  came  6 

Nature  with  all  her  pow'r  fhail  fing  103 

Nature  with  open  volume  (lands  234 

No,  I'll  reoine  at  death  no  more  180 

No,  I  (hall  envy  them  no  more  144 

No    more,  my  God,  I  boa  ft  no  more  69 

Nor  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard  67 

Not  all  the  blood  of beafts  205 

Not  all  the  outward  form-  on  earth  61 

Not  diir'rent  food,  nor  diffVent  drefs  S3 

Not  from  rhe  duft  affliction  grows  ^3 

Not  the  malicious  or  prophage  66 
Not  to  condemn  the  fans  of  men 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  2 1 2 

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Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  68 

Now  be  the  God  of  I/r'el  blefs'd  29 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  82 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife  134. 

Now  have  our  hearts  embcrac'd  our  God  237 

Now  in  the  gdll'ries  of  his  grace  49 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  5$ 

Now  let  a  fpacious  world  arife  208 

Now  let  obr  pains  be  ail  forgot  239 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmilo  138 

Now  fatan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  2 1 5 

Now  fhall  my  inward  joys  arife  24. 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  136 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  makes  us  know  36 

Now  to  the  powV  of  God  fupreme  86 

OFor  an  overcoming  faith  14 

Oh  !  if  my  fool  was  form'd  for  wee  182 

Gh  !  the  almighty  Lord  163 

Oh  theceughts,  ihehcav'nly  joys  170 

Often  I  feck  my  Lord  by  night  44 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  fifing  day  107 

Our  days,  alas,  our  mortal  days  132 

Our  God,  hew  firm  his  promife  itanda  132 

Our  fins,  alas  !  how  flrong  they  be  167 

Our  fouls  fhall  magnify  the  Lord  36 

Our  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  243 

P. 

PLung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  162 

Praife,  everlaiting  praife  be  paid  147 

Aisf  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run  127 

Raife  your  triumphant  fongs  1 81 

Aife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  1 15 

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SAints,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word     81 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  found  169 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  Go'd  27 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  fiefh  and  blood  55 

Shall  we  go  on  to  Sin  67 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  59 

Shout  to  the  Lord  and  let  your  joy*  171 

Sin  has  a  thoufand  tpeach'rous  arts  21 1 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  difeafe  212 

Sing  to  the  Lord  who  built  the  fkies  1 12 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hods  149 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board  244. 

So  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife  71 

So  let  our  Hps  and  lives  exprefs  83 

Stand  up,  my  foul,  ftrake  ofFthy  fears  160 
Stoop   down  my  thoughts  which  ufe  to  rife     125 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  doer  is  ftrait  218. 


TErrible  God,  who  reign'ft  en  high   11S 

That  awful  day  will  fareiy  ccme  1S3 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name  143 

The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God  » 5S 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  24? 

The  King  of  Glory  fends  bis  Son  iz>z 

The  lands  which  long  in  clarknefs  lay  12 

The  law  by  Mofes  came  7- 

The  law  commands  and  makes  us  know  193 

The  Lord  declares  his  will  192 

The   Lord  defcending  from  above  396 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  224 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  55 


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The  promife  was  divinely  free  201 

The  true  MeJJiah  now  appears  1  u 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds1  43 

The  wond'ring  world  enquire  *o  know  47 

There  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands  69 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  151 

There  was  an  hour  when  CbriH  rejoic'd  1 1 
'"Fhefe  glor'ous  minus,  hoto  bright  they  mine  2^ 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love  203 

Thou,  whom  my  foul  admirer  above  41 

Thus  did  the  fons  or'  Abra'm  pafs  196 

Thus  far  the  Lo-d  h33  led  me  on  52 

Thus  faith  the  firft,  and  great  command  73 

Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One  56 

Thu:  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  fi:ies  165 

Thus  faith  the  mercy  cf  the  Lord  76 

Thus  faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord  60 

Thy  favors,  Lord,  furprize  our  fouls  135 

Time,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  145 

JTis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  cenie  198 

'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  his  word  95 

'Tis  not  the  Jaw  often  commands  195 

To  God  the  only  wife  30 

To  him  who  chofe  us  firft'                   *  250 

»Twas  by  an  order  from  the  Lord  211 

■  sTwas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  227' 

?Tvvas  the  ccmmiffion  of  the  Lord  31 

V-- 

VA'i  n  are  the  hopes  the  fens  of  men  60 
Vain  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place    63 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  132 

to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on   high  336 

W. 

!en  wall'd  around  46 

>phet  of  the  Lord  200 

12  th'  arnaziife  deeds  239 


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We  ling  the  glories  of  thy  love  33 

Welcome,   f^eet  day  of  reft  113 

Well,   the  Redeemers  gone  129 

What  different  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin  206 

What  equal  honors  fhall  we  fing  3S 

What  happy  men  or  angels  chefe  24 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  21 

Whence  do  oar  mournful  i noughts  arife  23 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  \c\ 

When  in  the  iight  of  faith  ri;vine  170 

When  l  furvey  'be  wond'rous  crofs  231 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs  32 

When  ftrangers  Hand  and  hear  me  tell  48 

When  the  firft  parents  of  our  race  161 

When  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  ikies  120 

Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  213 

Who  can  defcribe  the  joys  which  rife  64 

Who  has  heliev'd  thy  word  gf 

Who  is  this  fair  One  in  diRrefs  r0 

Who  fhall  the  Lord's  elecl  condemn  13 

Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  Coals  166 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  10c 

Why  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee  lsi 

Why  mould  the  children  of  z  King  qi 

Why  mould  this  earth  delight  us  f9  a20 

Why  mould  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  j z6 

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